Noctisardor Bypass all the other kids with the pumped up kicks

He was on patrol as usual when he heard the squeals and petrified cries from what appeared to be a fox den. He had scented it the day before, but it seemed someone else had got to it first. The cries continued, and with narrowed eyes the man jogged toward the deafening sound, wondering what on earth was going on. Any sane wolf would have just killed the cubs and be done with it, for there was no need for the suffering. In this case, Mawk was slightly worried.

Upon arrival to the scene, the wolfdog's eyes focused on the dark figure first. It was Circe. He had not seen much of her recently, but it seemed she was still here. Next he looked around her, at the two limp, slightly bloodied bodies of the fox cubs. His gaze fell upon the third of the litter, the one that the Inferior was currently attacking. He saw that two of it's flailing limbs were broken. It was unable to move, crying out in fear, and Circe seemed to be amused. The dark raven smashed the limbs against the earth until the wailing stopped and the body ceased to move. How cruel was she, to end a mere baby's life like that? At the very least, she could have killed it swiftly and quickly, allowing for much less pain. What she had been doing was definitely counted as torture in his books. He cringed, stepping forward to meet the woman head on.

"That was unnecessary."