Mudminnow River it will break my heart to go against your wishes [m]

She considered helping her husband rip the woman to pieces; she was angry over the bearking's death and joining in seemed like a tangible way that she could help Aves. But she stayed back, deciding that this moment was his. Merrick was his father, and no matter how much she felt for the suicidal man, it was nothing compared to the bond between a father and son. 

At some point he paused his ripping and tearing and fixed her with a bright, heated gaze. She stared back at him, her breath stuck in her throat for a moment. Arielle swallowed. She knew that look, of course, but she hadn't expected to see it here, in the middle of all this gore and grief. Then he looked away, seeming to change his mind, though she would have given him whatever he needed; she was desperate to ease his pain in any way possible. 

Her words brought him somewhat back to the present. The bruin-jaw wanted to leave the body on the borders of the bypass as a warning; the bruin-heart couldn't think of a better idea. She didn't care what it might mean for them in the future. The rivenwood wolves apparently needed a reminder of who they were dealing with. 

Arielle nodded and moved over to him. She tried to grab hold of the woman's mangled scruff, but the flesh was tattered and friable and it only tore further the first few times she tried to pull. She finally gathered enough mangled skin, though, and it withstood the force of her pulling the body. 

She waited for Aves to find a place to hold on so they could drag the carcass to the borders together.