Ashelyn felt herself get more confident as she had Kacey behind her. She did not know how powerful the contraption was but it was definitely better than nothing. She had to keep Kacey safe.
The wolves neared and Ashelyn froze, forgetting for a moment what she could do. She widened her stance and parted her lips, wondering if this would work.
As her hazel hues closed, a low pitch sound could be heard, as if the soprano of an opera singer. The pitch, however was far higher than that, so as not to be heard through human ears, only those of her canine friends before her.
As she opened her eyes, using the pitch, the wolves began to shake their heads, rubbing their ears. Whines could be heard throughout the pack.
Ashelyn could have kept a soprano going for some time years ago, but that was a different time, when her mother made her practice for hours on end. Either that, or her travel to the island and on the island was beginning to pull on her last bit of energy.
Only a minute passed before she lost her breath and her throat felt far too raw. Honestly, for such a high pitch, which should not have been possible through human means, that was pretty good.
Unfortunately, the wolves did not seem to think highly of her singing skills, and they immediately lowered their haunches and began snapping furiously. Ashelyn glared back, defiantly.
"Back UP!!!" She screamed, sending the creatures skidding back. They would not, however, give in so easily. One rather large wolf seemed to begin stepping forward confidently, as if Ashleyn were nothing but a slab if bloody meat already, something already killed.
"The nerve..." She muttered. "Kacey, I can't control this ability to its full potential just yet... You may have to escape..." She coughed, rubbing her throat. "Escape while I distract them. I don't think I can keep this up for long. If I don't help you escape, we'll both be goners..." The red head bit her lip, watching as the wolf neared. She summoned strength into her diaphragm and shouted. An echo that resounded around them. It was enough to push the wolves over on their feet, but the use of her voice so forcefully sent a sore feeling in her throat. At the same time, the crest at her neck warmed softly. Was this her limit or could she still go further? She feared for their lives. If only she had continued to do her singing.
She swore to herself right then and there, if she survived this, she would practice until she could hold her own fairly well.