Heron Lake Plateau it's easier than just waiting around to die

It would have pleased Raleska to learn Owen regarded her as a prideful cat - but the time for goading (while ever present and at hand) was cut short by the chaotic events that unfolded thereafter. The sapling righted itself, with rather rapacious fury. Owen's voice screamed over the crash of fur and pebble and branch, but to no avail.. and the black shadow that tumbled down to them like a drunken hedgehog had landed with a loud and invasive splat.

Raleska's eyes were wide with horror as she saw what the tree had interacted with - only, it wasn't so much horror as it was the kind of face one makes when they set what should be a calamitously delightful set of events into motion. Only, it wasn't a series of domino stacks Raleska was playing with... it was the lethal arch of a sapling, and the tender, all-too-soft meat of another being's member.

Once she realized what had really happened, she stepped past Owen's form (noting with amusement how he tightly gripped the earth as if it were going to fly away from him at any more) and looked: what she saw, the heaving strain of agony and the afflicted groin.. well.. she only felt bad for a second before she burst into derisive laughter.

Yup, she was her mother's daughter alright. He would be fine.. only his most useless part had been affected! With a jaunty saunter, Raleska didn't even say sorry - she just strolled right on by with a snigger cutting the corners of her features into an unruly smirk.