Bearclaw Valley a seminar about whether or not deer feel pain or are just sad

After all the betrayal and hurt, it was satisfying to finally be able to exact some kind of retribution on the traitors. Her teeth tore into flesh and muscle, her mouth filled with blood before it dripped down her cheeks and neck; she had hit the right spot.

Even when she heard the gargled plea, the bruin-heart refused to release the traitor. For slow minutes, the two healers were locked that way; life fading from one set of eyes while fury rose in the other. For that time, she thought only of ending this life.

When Stryx collapsed, she ripped open her wound further. Blood and drool dripped from Arielle's jaws as she stood over the woman who had betrayed Ursus. The wound bled more, pooling below the dying healer until finally she drew her last breath. It was only then that the Bruin-heart looked up to where Val and Indra had been only to find them both gone. She howled her rage into the sky, hoping it would reach them wherever they were; it promised revenge.

Her thoughts quickly switched to her unconscious husband. There was nothing more she could do here, and she needed to better assess his injuries. When he woke, she would have to tell him of her failure, but she pushed that from her thoughts for now. 

She threw herself down beside Aves when she reached him and checked for signs of life again. She had left him here, and it was all for nothing—but she couldn't focus on that right now. She licked the bruin-jaw's face, moving up to his head wound to clean the dried blood. It had bled a lot at first but now the bleeding seemed to have stopped. Still she needed to clean his wound and treat it for infection. She wanted him in mosskeep, not down in this damned rift. But she couldn't move him alone. She had no idea who was even left. Her only choice was to stay with Aves until he woke up and could help get himself out of here. 

So she would wait and then she would escort him to her medicine den. She would figure out the rest after.