Silverlight Terrace the tell-tale heart

her muzzle wrinkles in a sneer. hurt her, Avicus replies. take blood. not bone. it is useless. for him to even think otherwise means he has been corrupted by the likes of her father and this moonwoman.

she pauses her approach, craning her neck, slowly, to look toward the distant rounded slope of the witch's territory.

want. . .to hurt her? she asks, face contemplative. one eye, the closest to him, shifts, lighting upon him in silent query. they very well could. she is no great giant; despite not being up to their physical best, they have been born and raised into violence.

they could hurt her. take from her. together.