Chapter 71
Chapter 71 The Fight
The crow squawked loudly, rubbing itself all over Lyra.
It seemed determined to make up for every missed moment while wiping away the scent left behind by the other two spirit animals.
The crow’s emotions ran wild. Afraid it might scratch her by accident, Lyra leaned back, stretching her neck away.
The dhole and the red fish watched the crow’s reckless outburst with sharpened stares and moved forward
at once.
The dhole leaped, clamping its jaws onto the crow’s talons and yanking it down.
The red fish lashed its powerful tail hard against the bird’s beak.
Caw’ Caw!
The crow froze for a heartbeat, then let out furious cries and fought back.
Its claws trapped by the dhole, it could only strike out with its beak and wings.
Every time the crow twisted its head to peck, the dhole shook its skull violently with the bird still in its grip.
It spun the crow round and round until the bird grew dizzy and disoriented.
Then the red fish surged forward again, landing blow after blow that left the crow seeing stars.
Caw! Caw!
Angry squawks and the rustle of beating wings filled the air.
Seeing this, Lyra hurried over to pull them apart.
The red fish had long grown annoyed with the crow, and now that it had a chance, it intended to teach the bird a proper lesson.
Lyra dragged it backward, yet the moment she loosened her hold, the fish wriggled back over.
Lyra held onto the agitated crow and gestured for the dhole to let go.
The dhole glanced at her.
It had been ready to release the bird, but seeing the crow still thrashing violently, it feared the creature would wound Lyra,
So it kept its jaws locked tight in silence.
The crow refused to be bullied. It beat its wings hard against the dhole, its eyes fixed on the red fish, ready to tear open fresh gashes at the first opening.
Chapter 71-The Fight
Finished
The noise drew the curiosity of the other Sentinels.
The serving windows remained open as they waited to return meal trays, so they sent their spirit animals poking their heads out to watch the commotion.
The spirit animals watched, thoroughly entertained, as the crow, dhole and fish erupted into a chaotic brawl.
‘Leave them be,” Draven called out. “They’ve got far too much pent-up energy with nothing to do. Stay clear, Lyra p>
Lyra shot a helpless glance toward the scuffle.
She stood and slapped hard against the metal railing beside her.
Bang, bang, bang.
The three spirit animals instantly fell quiet.
Lyra frowned, gesturing sternly for them to separate.
Sensing her irritation, the dhole released its grip first.
Freed, the crow spun around to retaliate, only for Lyra to catch it swiftly before it could lunge.
The red fish hovered motionless midair, observing quietly.
The crow squawked, still trying to charge forward.
Lyra tightened her grip, restraining the bird boiling with rage.
She waved a hand, signaling the dhole and red fish to go back.
The two spirit animals looked at her with lingering worry before turning away.
The crow remained restless. Lyra had no choice but to tap the top of its head.
That finally calmed it-though not completely.
It twisted away in a huff, like a wronged child struck after being unfairly blamed, burying its head against her chest and letting out mournful, rasping caws.
Lyra had never truly been angry. The sight of its miserable display softened her heart entirely.
She cradled the crow with one arm, supporting its weight, and stroked the stiff feathers along its back with her free hand.
Unable to speak, she could only soothe it with gentle, repeated touches.
The spirit animals watching the drama from the hatches sighed at the scene.
The dhole, having retreated, stretched its head out once more.
Finished
After watching Lyra comfort the crow, it lowered its gaze and leaped down from the platform.
Lucian pulled his focus back, amused.
“Envious p>
The dhole ignored him and lay down silently in the corner of the cell.
Lucian huffed a faint smile.
You’re my spirit animal, after all. Don’t be so timid.
‘If you want something, fight for it. Take what you need p>
The dhole shot him a sideways glance, disagreeing with that line of thought.
Lucian let out a quiet snort; he could feel exactly what his spirit animal thought.
“You’d rather watch Lyra keep spoiling that rash, hot-tempered crow forever p>
The dhole stayed silent, yet its ears pricked toward him.
Lucian’s amusement grew.
Next door-
Crash.
The sharp sound of shattering glass cut through the air and caught Lyra’s attention at once.
Still holding the crow, she rushed over.
Draven sat by his cell door, staring helplessly at the spirit animal inside.
He turned his head when he heard her approach. “Nothing serious. I knocked something over by accident p>
By accident?
Lyra peered into the cell suspiciously.
The red fish lay amid scattered shards of broken glass.
The shattered object was the small fish tank it had lived in.
Her eyes widened. She signaled urgently for Draven to get it up.
Draven shook his head with a troubled expression, lowering his voice.
“It’s in a foul mood, hurting pretty badly right now p>
Lyra blinked in confusion.
Fleshed
Mhy?
Draven’s gaze drifted to the crow tucked against her chest.
He began to explain, then paused.
“…Forget it. Everyone’s at fault here p>
Lyra’s curiosity spiked.
She tugged lightly at the sleeve of his uniform, urging him to elaborate.
Draven glanced downward, troubled.
“It’s simple-it’s foolish, really.
“It saw the crow flapping at you in its frenzy, and thought it was having one of those random outbursts like Felix, trying to hurt you.
“It panicked, and then p>
He trailed off, shaking his head again.
“I know you aren’t upset with any of them, but this is probably the first time it’s seen you that stern. It thinks you’re angry at it.
“It set out to help, only to make everything worse. That’s why it feels hurt and wronged p>
The crow in Lyra’s arms twisted its head instantly, sharp black eyes glaring furiously at Draven’s nonsense.
Lies! Both of you are just pretending!
Lyra’s heart twinged with guilt after hearing this.
She pressed a hand lightly against the crow’s head, keeping it from flying into another fit of agitation.
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Feral Sentkets Obey Only Her
Lucia Morh
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.