Clean claws make a dirty kill

His scent no longer gave a path to follow. Winter's unexpected arrival had swept away whatever musk left to a nonexistent memory. Leaving Melanth to stare frustratedly into the distance. She did not know of these lands. Their layout was completely different from what she was used to. A flash of memory from her past quickly presented itself in her mind at the realization. Shivering nights filled with snarled lips and blooded teeth snapping in her direction. The brief scene reared Helonia's presence. That familiar cold breeze that always followed whenever she chose to come forth sent a shiver through Mel's veins. "We're not there anymore. Stop thinking about it." Her rough, yet honeysuckle voice rang clear as day in her mind. As if she physically stood right next to Mel herself.

It took a minute for her to respond. Rose-colored gaze scanning the white earth for any sign of anything or anyone. A gust of winter's breath caressed the senses of her nose. Causing Melanth to sniff at the air. Picking up the aroma of a herd somewhere nearby. Her stomach rumbling in hunger as if to tell her to go t'wards them. "How can I not? Mother sold us to them without warning. Two years of torment before father found us. I can not just simply stop thinking about it." Her words were sharp in their release. She couldn't just forget or forgive. Sold an ungrounded brothel for male wolves to do whatever they wished to the females locked away. Melanth still dealt with the nightmares. Feeling the heaviness of different beasts. Their hot breath seething down her back.

Eventually, Melanth became accustomed to being used as nothing but a common whore. The idea of having pups was no longer a dream for a woman such as herself. Each litter that had been produced was swiftly taken away. Daughters sold. Sons killed. If only her family knew of the things she'd witnessed. Screams filled the night's air laced in painful whimpers. She could only keep her head down and do as she was told. Fighting only got her in trouble. Mel learned early on what happened to those who fought back.

Ears swayed to what she thought was movement. Holve prints littered the terrain and gave her a path to walk. Tail brushed the slender thickness of her thighs as she trekked forward. Eating would settle her mind. Not one for getting dirty or enjoying the chase of the hunt, she allowed Helonia to take over. Her devilish smirk shadowed what was once an indifferent expression. "Please clean us up once you're done." Hel stalked to the right of a large boulder. Attention locked onto the round-bellied deer. Surely ready to drop her brood any day now. If not that very moment. "I'll try.."

"Helonia"~"Melanth"