The Tangle Blame it all on yourself

A shock of sound made her flinch; and she realized that she was nervous, waiting like a peeping tom and watching the other girl with her prey. Perhaps it was because her trip to the Tangle had been overshadowed by a warning about a bear- which she had not heeded. Or perhaps it was because she did not want to be noticed, in case the same treatment was inflicted upon her. 

Regardless, she couldn't tear her eyes away. She tucked herself down silently into a crouch, mindful of the branches that combed through her fur. The pale girl fed from the weasel, and when she turned her head to the side, Lilia caught a glimpse of her heather gaze. It was icy, like her own, and devoid of any shame as she tore the weasel into bits.