Boartusk Heights I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch.

i am ok with damage on phas

it was not a welcome scent, the casual tracks of a cougar. she had briefly left the children in favor of hunting a meal, and with overwrought with mental exhaustion, had not considered how far she had traveled from their new home.

giving the tracks a pause, caiaphas frowned -- for laid across them were the tracks of a packmate. as if her life were not jettisoned enough, she now had a cat to contend with. having discovered their fresh prints on the pebbled loam, caiaphas hung back only a moment before new resolve took her.

caiaphas had already once, nearly lost her life to a cat. she had not forgotten shardul, nor the arrogant contempt in which he had carried himself. nor had she forgotten the last wild creature to pose threat to her children. it would not happen again.

blinded in part by immense grief that her family had shattered, and steeled by the fiery conviction her remaining children must live, caiaphas flung herself in fleet steps after the scent of the hellcat. a baying shriek curdled the corner of her lips as she rounded across the thing, lips pulled back in a snarl and teeth flashing after the bobbing heels of the tawny creature.