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three against one was no contest; in minutes, the life that had cast its hungered gaze over svalinn had been extinguished, ripped like thin wisps of smoke on the wind. caiaphas spat the blood from her muzzle and assessed the thick viscera that doused quixote -- it was not a bad look for him. a cant of her proud muzzle was given in what could be perhaps construed as appreciation or respect - one that would have also been extended to fire had she not just hastily quit their company.

caiaphas' attention fell then on svalinn, or specifically, his absence. releasing the felled beast from her jaws she sprung after the child, who had the good sense to be terrified by the slaughter he had witnessed. presently, his round body was firmly anchored under the bent fingers of a tree's gnarled roots. grim as the bloody ordeal had just been, the sylph could not help but feel bemused to see svalinn's rather tormented plight against the tree that held him.