The youngest Nightshade of the litter was in a state of disassociation, staring blankly at her parents bodies as the world moved on around her. She could care less about the eyeless reject that Pinesprings was about to attack, but when she heard Valeska her head turned.
Processing the small silver wolf, her state. She wasn't that much further from death than their parents, from the sound of it. Wretched thing...
Her brother's snarling however set her into action, her body moving on it's own, to intercept his lunge if she was fast enough or slam him away if she wasn't. All the while silent, her face stone even as everything in her world had crumbled.
Their parents died for this woman, they were loyal to her in the end. To the end, with this stupid pride and stubbornness they all seemed to share. Verbena wasn't about to let it be in vain!