Dewberry was tiring and quickly realizing that the caves were a
really big place. She needed to stop and eat and rest a bit soon, if not now. And she knew it, she really did - but she didn't want to acknowledge it. Inaction on her part, she felt, had helped cause this mess in the first place. She was keenly aware that getting involved in the fight would not have helped them win - after all, compared with the deadly beam of light that had defeated Father, her magic was barely anything. Even with a distraction, it was improbable that Father could have escaped on three legs. But Dewberry couldn't help but think that if she'd done
something differently, maybe Father would still be alive and even if he was still injured, they'd be happier than they were now.
And stopping to rest and hunt instead of warning the family about a grave threat - it just seemed so
selfish. It was already improbable that Mother and the rest would forgive her for doing nothing, no matter what
conciliatory actions she took - if she hesitated now, she'd put the entire family in danger from further attacks by the lizard
and utterly destroy any chance of forgiveness. She couldn't afford to stop.
And then she froze.
What was that brown blur? She flicked her tongue out uncertainly and turned to look at whatever it was. What she saw was a young-looking brown furry-thing. It had fluff, like her family and most things without scales, and it was - whimpering.
I shouldn't linger here. Dewberry knew she had to warn the berries as soon as she could, but - could she really leave this poor little cub?
I can't, argued one part of her mind.
Leaving it here would be the same kind of inaction that killed Father.
You must, argued the other.
The longer your delay, the more danger the berries are in.
Indecision is worse. I have to choose. And Dewberry chose the cub, and tried to justify it to herself - after all, the family was so big and had members so much stronger than herself. Surely they'd be fine? - but she knew that if anything happened, she'd never forgive herself. Still, she chose the cub, and she wouldn't go back on that decision.
"Hello, cub." She flicked out her tongue again and slithered a little closer.
"Were you running away from something? What are you afraid of?"
@Sergei