Redhawk Caldera sometimes following your heart means losing your head

ooc: dunn, dunn, dunn... 

Hedda had not gone very far from the crime scene for many reasons - first, she was still too weak and the additional weight in her belly did not help much; second - her stomach, not accustomed to such a large meal at one take, had thrown up all of the half-chewed/digested contents and she had had to eat it again; and third - she had left the head behind. She still remembered the look in the kid's eyes, when it had succumbed to it's fate, and could not get rid of those memories.

Therefore she had decided to return and finish it off. Perhaps, it would help her sleep better during the night. Or... maybe there was a bit of guilty conscience here, because it seemed somehow wasteful for a dying wolf to eat a person, who might have had just a little better chance at life. She didn't think much of self-preservation instincts, when she trespassed again, finding the spot, where she had found the cub with ease, and much to her disappointment finding there not just a head, but another wolf. 

This guy was older, but still beheld childish features. And judging from the looks, he did not look much better than the cub, whose head he was cradling. It was a pitiful sight, which set a cruel smirk on the hag's face, when she walked within the kid's sight, scrutinizing the other's face. "A friend of yours?" she asked in a friendly manner, sitting down few meters away from him. "Doesn't look very lively, does it?"