Hoshor Plains caught me in it's whirlwind, left me black and blue

when she opens her mouth the second time, her teeth are stained red. "don't know." that's what's must frustrating - all her hate, and anger, is directed towards a faceless, voiceless void where a wolf should stand. her expression twisted at the question, and she dipped her head curtly. "then they left him and he was almost dead. and now-" she face screwed up in tight anger, unwilling to discuss Dragomir any further. 

"the fuckers got away." she admitted, and even though she wasn't really aware the word was a curse, she spat it like one. she supposed they where out there now, doing even more fucking, or whatever it was fuckers did besides hurting her brother.