Dislocated

Her jaws snapped shut over a goose, cutting off the honking screams with a sharp shake of her head that snapped the head around to crack against a boulder, stunning it long enough for her to give it the killing blow. While they had enough food, she never lost a chance to add to the cache. This goose had been too cocky for its own good, hissing and snaking at her instead of flying away. She dropped the goose, looking around at her surroundings, ears alert, eyes searching, before she grabbed it up again and started toward the cache.

She hadn’t been expecting to run across a battered form today. Much less for that battered for to be her niece.But as she saw Arian, the goose dropped from her jaws as she picked up her pace to close the distance, sending up a howl for Kavdaya. She didn’t speak immediately, instead looking her niece over closely, cold fury crystallizing into icy rage with each wound she found. “Who did this, Arian? Do not evade the question.” Her voice was calm, controlled, malevolent. Someone had harmed her niece. Again. That someone would regret it to the very moment they died.

Her feral, cold, mismatched eyes pinned her niece as she waited to hear who would be dying in the future. The ravens would be eating well on that day.