Justice For All Time

His joke about not eating their kill made Justice flinch, her jaw clenching down hard on the faint taste of bile. Perhaps not the best turn of phrase on his part, considering what had happened to her father, and nearly to her brother. She pulled herself together resolutely, turning sickly mental visions to fury, and instead raised her head higher. Better to think about Regulus' idea of wolf-tracking. Better yet to think of ripping out Creed's murderer's throat. "I think that would be a good idea. Even the warriors who don't have a good nose or eye for tracking should be part of it so they don't mess the tracker up when they need to go out with them for backup. They'd need to know what to do so they don't accidentally destroy a trace or something." Her eyes gleamed at the thought of it - growing up wanting to be a healer she had developed a pretty good nose, necessary for identifying certain herbs, and a good eye for details, necessary for spotting them among all the other plants they'd be with, so surely she'd be tapped to be a tracker if necessary? She certainly planned to put her nose to good work tracking down this cannibal and her clan, regardless.