Wapun Meadow traitor

a pretty figure in the distance. vesta, slinking closer. merrick allowed her nearness, body horrendously laid, but his invitation did not suddenly turn to teeth. she was, after all, a loyalist. aventus too had seen this. 
but would she too leave in the end? like tadec? like indra? like nunataq?
he hoped the other two were dead. he knew what had become of his mother.
pushing himself upright, the bearwitch stalked toward the strange form, possessive of his meadow. but this time there was no slow and poisonous charisma, only hunger, and the want for blood.