Redsand Canyon One more drink, one less I’ll lose

The echoing snarls and clear disturbance that seeped through the canyon awoke most, if not all, from their slumbers.
He slunk around for a few moments, noticing Nemisis and Donovan were gone.
Perhaps they'd found an intruder. Perhaps...it be the court?

His paws, as sore as they were, carried him swiftly out of the Warrior's Heart.
He loped to the Healer's Pass, where it seems others have concluded to go, and found the scene of the crime.

Head, snapped back in an ungodly fashion. Blood, staining the dusty surface, coating the littered flowers. The hare, perched and smelling...deathly. Moreso than any other prey.
He studied Donovan. The wild, disbelief.
The disbelief of the action...or the reason he knew not.

Dove, callously commenting on the scene but still offering her services. Witch. She reminded him of Caiaphas. ​And Auriel, too offered so.
Colin, shocked.

Derg paced anxiously, a few whines escaping him.
Nemisis certainly would know of ways to set curses, to harm them even long after her death. And for her to be killed by Donovan? The one she loved?
Derg did believe in witches and curses, and times that many thought were long gone.
He didn't want to suffer the hate Nemisis may have bestowed upon him in life or death.