furry violence

With the bear dead, Sol and Khonsu set quickly about the task of claiming a token for Yarra - an apology, and a gift. Carefully, they approached the bear’s massive paws. Working quickly - knowing their mistress's wrath all too well - they one by one severed the tendons and ligaments that held the claws in place, careful not to shatter the formidable keratin sheaths. They pried each claw from its pad with care, collecting a set of trophies to present to their mistress.

When Vanta expressed her concern and offered help, Sol and Khonsu exchanged a brief, quiet glance. Without a word they quickly dismissed the consideration of accepting aid; involvement from an outsider could be seen as interference outside their new band, and could only serve to further provoke their mistress.

"We thank you." Khonsu said after a moment. "But we can tend to this alone." They finished collecting the claws, reclaimed their stiffening rabbit, and offered the woman a gentle dip of their heads in thanks. They needed to hurry back - Yarra would certainly be wondering where her boys had run off to.

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