Hushed Willows [m] Mental Wounds

Slowly the details filtered in. Reina. The man's madness. Mae's gaze followed Kyrell's to the sky. The snow just kept falling. It was easy to forget the world that existed beyond the ring of tension and thick metallic scent and each moment falling like massive pillars to the ground. The stranger spit his vitriol.

And Reina passed her judgment.

Approval flickered behind the silver eyes as Mae watched. She said nothing, but her shoulder brushed Reina's briefly as she stepped past her to grasp one of the slackened limbs. Mae braced a paw against the body and pulled, methodically separating flesh and bone. If she had her way, soon there would be nothing left of him but pieces to scatter just beyond their borders.