Hunting the Hunter

The boy was a bona fide brat. It was a good thing that he wasn't her child. Had her boys been so snarky and lacking in honor, she may have killed them herself. They wouldn't have been the first children to feel her teeth, after all. There had been a daughter that she had killed. A disgrace to her name. This boy was his parents problem. Not hers. After this, she was done with him.

Having laid the cat on deaths door, Resin was nice enough to let the boy end its life. He went about it poorly and awkwardly, but it eventually got the job done. He lacked finesse. As she had said before, he didn't think before he acted. Biting the face kept the cats arms and legs free for use. Biting the throat would have put him up close to the body, thus preventing most of the cats movement. It didn't matter that she had incapacitated it to the brink of death. It mattered that he didn't think like a hunter. That would get him injured or killed some day.

Without another word, the bloodied woman turned and began moving off. There was no point in talking to a boy that believed he knew everything. She intended to seek out Iolaire to have her cheek seen to.

-Possible Exit?-

Coding:Alice. Art:Resin.