To the sharp end of my fangs

The ex-mercenary was also in the desire to kill, but this time kill with more than just the wish but to send food to her always growing pack. So many to feed out lately, she didnt eat too much so she knew the blame was to be placed upon her but well, she was either way working her ass to help out, more to keep herself in rather than an actual worry about them. All was out of familial bonds, at least from her.

As she did her things, her mismatched gaze landed in an extra pair of paws, deformed ones. She knew who's, but instead of saying or reacting at it, she simply stopped to now grab one of the spears and sink one by one into the ditch, wanting the sharp end upwards. If this worked she could see a blood bath on the way.

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