Broken, Bruised, Not At All Amused

Truth be told Sedna probably could have let the black fox go, but between the late night fight, the cougar and her lack of sleep, well, sometimes a girl had to let loose a little. The white tipped tail was an entrancing lure, the chase had got her blood pumping and the crunch of breaking neck bones had been satisfying. It’s coat was far too nice to risk her ripping holes in it trying to skin it, and she wanted to give poor Magnus a break, had to leave a bit of mystery, or something... she supposed her mother might say. Urgh she was bad at this. Rumour had it though, that there might be someone else might be looking for a distraction.

A low muffled chuff left her chest outside the princess’s den, before she unceremoniously dropped the fox and peered into the den. She knew Aslatiel wouldn’t be able to move too far, but she also didn’t want this to seem like a pity visit. "Hey, Aslatiel, reckon yer could gimme a hand skinnin’ this fox? It’s got a real nice pelt and I don’ wanna rip it up."

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