Northstar Vale to kick around as a toy

she was going to tear out his windpipe, she was going to pluck out his eyes. " She is sick, very sick. " tear the lies from his maw, take his lips, his tongue. a voice, and the once-wolf pauses. thoughts form, but they are fractured, rising to her consciousness as if through mud. 

golden eyes, brown eyes. saliva drips from her jaws as her muzzle swings to locate something. a voice. through the trees, someone calls. course is adjusted, eyes rolling from left to right as she searches. a figure, through the trees, she approaches more quickly, now. she swallows, fails too. "I'm moony," she announces, head beginning it's pendulum-like swinging once more. the words were a question, hers not the right answer. "coyotes got my brother." wrong mountain, wrong direction, wrong time.