Bearclaw Valley [intruder] pack, pack, kill, kill

Oh, fuck. 

That wasn't what he had intended to do. Evien's eyes widened and the taste of blood became more apparent - it was nauseating, sickening. The world was spinning as the breath gurgled in the intruder's throat. He simply stared down at the dying female, watching her struggle to breathe. 

She was... right about this hell.

Hell? Was that what this was? Evien had thought that, too, at first, but... was it really? 

Maybe he was just getting used to it. 

It didn't stop the chill of blood in his veins as her gaze unfocused, the light draining away. He was never supposed to take a life. All he wanted was to help others - to heal and fix injuries, not to cause them. This was... a grave mistake. 

Leila - Astara - looked proud. Evien did not feel it. 

It took a moment for him to recall that he had to move. His eye - the uninjured one - fluttered as he tried to focus on what was happening. The blood that had frozen in his veins was now rushing in his ears. 

The medic swallowed audibly, wetting his dry throat. 

"If... if she thought this was hell, she shouldn't have come here," was all he could say. Evien would then nudge the body over and grab her by the scruff, aiming to drag her out of the territory. It would be a struggle, but they couldn't let the corpse rot here. 

Whether his co-lead would help or not was up to her. Evien didn't mind taking on the task of burying the intruder on his own.