Hushed Willows mama, please—let me back inside

next round starts in 3 days. next post will probably be Tupkuk retreating. if anyone wants whumps, feel free to PP Tupkuk dealing them out!

Blood, glorious blood.

First the small woman gone flying, and then all is chaos. Her next victim is a man just as tiny, and he is all too easy to eviscerate; her claws rip through his delicate skin and his guts leave his body. He stumbles back, and then she sets upon a cream-colored woman the wolves call Aliac and deals a nasty blow to her side, her leg.

Really, she goes for anything she can, snapping, roaring, massive paws flailing. Fury and bloodlust and vengeance all together has overtaken her in a dreamlike crimson haze. All she can see around her is death, and the more death, the closer she is to justice for her sweet son.

Her sweet son, taken from her too soon. Well, these dogs will weep tonight. Weep as she had for so many nights.

Finally, they will know her pain.