Tattle tale

Sparrow waited for the male to give his piece. He seemed somewhat detached from it all - hells maybe it was the trauma, who knew? He said whoever this was slept with the alpha of the Raiders. Gil was married or something, but that didn't mean he didn't. Sparrow didn't pretend to know how relationships worked, both of her would-be girlfriends had husbands at one point or another.

The man mentioned his name and Sparrow's mind started chunking into gear. The coat, the name... As the man told the rest of his story, the words plunked numbly onto her brain, like she was waiting for something.

"She murdered Recluse Klein."

There it was. And just like that, Sparrow's ears were ringing, her mind somewhere far away and covered in her lover's blood again. Neck agape, words mutilated. Blood fell on dark sand and she went cold.

Sparrow was away for what felt like hours, but in the end was mere moments. He went on to talk about the woman - Ruby's - pups, but Sparrow could care less. "Take the whelps," she spat. "If they're there when I return with their mother's head, they will join her." Sparrow strode forward to the pale man, "I held her as she died, and I will send the bitch to to a colder grave than hers. Now tell me, where is she?"