Wapun Meadow i can see a candleburning waxdripping bible burning woman that i once called a friend

it was a groan that stirred the sylph from her inward reprieve; her neck stiffened and she abruptly looked around her, the loose form of the corpse yanked upward in dangling motions. her ears rotated in independent movements, and her harsh yellow eyes focused on the folded form of an agouti yearling who, despite his best efforts, still appeared a threat to the she-wolf.

caiaphas assessed the distance between them swiftly - and the distance between them and her brood. she could easily be overtaken attempting to run with the fawn in tow, and she was unwillng to lose her hardwon meal without significan protest. pulling the fawn by the neck out from under her, the siren queen turned to face the young russet-topped male, a low growl menacing the air between them.