Sun Mote Copse Missed Steps

Skipping with permission!

It was Ragna's pale form that joined her, frame held in the anger that Giana felt inside - while the newer Baakar held her stance of dominance over the stupid girl, it was the shieldmaiden who took charge. Her order was drowned in the next snarl that parted her jaws, but it didn't seem important now.

Ragna gave her a final choice, but when the girl did not move, The Malkaria warrior lept forward. Gia gave a few of her own nips, urging the idiot to get up, run, something - but it was too late. Truthfully, there was no reason for her to care, and she didn't in the least. As when she'd hunted with this very woman, Gia watched Ragna tear the throat of an animal - her stormy eyes were narrowed down, scorning Alyssum and her actions in her mind. Her chest was not heavy, nor her shoulders: the fact that she'd just watched the life of a potential innocent be ripped apart before her didn't in the least bother her. She didn't bat an eye - she didn't even have the decency to look away - just glared at the corpse, frame still held high, until it lacked blood, life. 

It was Ragna's voice, her request that finally melted the ivory statue, her features falling - her eyes flicked numbly to the shieldmaiden briefly, focusing again before a nod. Wordlessly, she leaned down and fastened her jaws around the haunch of the girl, ready to follow Ragna to wherever she deemed the body went.