Black Knives Matter!

The closer she got, the better she could see the different shapes of each stone. Some were quite jagged and sharp. Others smooth like glass. Then there were the ones which looked worn from weathering.

She couldn’t stop the feeling of interest from arising to the surface. Although it was soon interrupted when Spring winds carried to her another scent. A female. The perfume snapped her head from what she was doing in time to catch a single paw being risen and examined. Curiosity carried Melanth towards her. Wanting to know what had happened to cause the smell of metallic to taint the air.

In no time, she saw what had happened. The sight of blood did not upset her. It was only the matter of it not being cleaned appropriately. "Instead of looking at it. You should clean it. Unknown stones like these may cause infection." She too couldn’t help but look to where one of them lay cracked down the middle. Small drops of blood decorating that which sliced the woman’s paw.

"Helonia"~~"Melanth"