Grouse Thicket thou bleeding piece of earth

He laughed.

Rage sparked, beginnings of a heated fire throbbing through her veins. His words, his cruel, vindictive words sparked truth, and yet she did not waver. She stopped her approach, hackles raised and gaze burning, but listened in silence, which was her first mistake. She should have cut him off, turned off the stream of taunting words. 

Then she felt something she had never, never felt in the longest time. Fear. She could deal with enemies, traitors, slavering jaws and fangs. But this- this entity that was a part of Nico, who she could not harm, unerved her. His taunting words, of how Nico would never return, gave her fear. She longed to rush him, all instinct dictated she should sink her fangs into his flesh. But this was Nico. He was still there, she didn't care what this thing said. And she would find him. 

"Lover boy's gone forever, and he'll never know how you felt!"

This was going wrong, horribly, horribly wrong. The Sargent's words struck true, and her tail lashed, rage blossoming now like a bonfire. She tensed, against the force that dared her to spring and fight. Then the Sargent spoke, to Shalon, and turned. The male sail gracefully into the water, and for a moment, Aeronwyn thought Nico had won. He was back. But then the form of the male broke the surface again, and Sargent's voice rang out, hatefully, goading words. 

The femme straightened, standing rigid a moment and staring at the thing before her. 

"Sargent cannot be allowed to live. He kills and he's...nasty and he's very dangerous...because he's so desperately broken."

No. She couldn't. She could not kill this male, and the fact that she could not she knew too well.

 "a manifestation of the guilt and anger I felt"

She stepped forward, until her forelegs were in the water. Could his body take it? Almost drowning, again? His words echoed in her mind, as well as the singing ones of Sargent. Her muscles tensed, her stare on the male before her. "Nico." she stopped, gaze on the males apple green one, searching, for a piece of Nico. "I think that I love you, Nico." she said, quietly, mind made up in that moment. 

Then she leapt, into the water, jaws agape and searching for a grip on the male. She couldn't talk, let this play out. She could not, and her weakness pained her, as did everything about this situation. She hit water, so near the male, and immediately 
 sought a grip on his scruff, a foreleg attempting to drape over him to further her grip. Her back legs thrashed against the water, attempting to get atop the male and subdue him. Drown him.