Hushed Willows [m] Mental Wounds

Just as he tasted hot iron Boone commanded them to relent. A low rumble lingered in his throat as he, begrudgingly, released the wretched fool. Spitting the man's own stray hairs and blood back at him as he yielded the space to Boone. His heartbeat pounded in his ears and his forced his lungs to take slow, grounding breaths.

It was when Boone declared the man's crimes out loud that Kyrell finally saw Reina sprawled across the ground several feet away. Kyrell narrowed his eyes to the stranger. No longer a man but a rogue beast that lay broken and bloodied on the ground. Like any monster it still bellowed its defiance. Spitting venom as it delayed whatever reckoning Boone would enact.

Kyrell's head drifted skywards. The overcast sky was gray with no visible break. It darkened closer to the horizon. Impending snow to bury the creature wherever it perished.

Emerald eyes fell to Boone. Waiting.