Don't Even Think About It.

With one knee shredded, Resin moved to the other. Again, teeth tore into muscle and cartilage, pulling it all free. It seemed as though it wasn't necessary, however. Sirius was letting himself go. He was losing control. If anyone understood the need for bloodshed, it was Resin. She had been groomed and raised to do just what Sirius was doing. Losing herself in bloodlust and rage... it had been what she had been born for. She knew that there were times when one needed this, and so she stepped back, letting him have his way with the quickly dying bear.

As she waited for him to finish, the scarred woman began to clean the blood from her face and paws. This was one bear that would never harm another again. Hopefully, with the mass amounts of ursine blood spread across the territory, it would serve as a message to other bears that this was definitely not the place to be.