Barrow Fields Bramble shark

she didn’t know why she did it. in the moment, it felt right. as the seconds passed, she felt no remorse.

was she satisfied?

cats were satisfied; in the way they occupied whole pools of sunlight, or played with their live food until their nerves gave out. sobeille was not a cat.

she blinked. no one had ever asked her this before. in fact, in most interactions it was she that pressed for answers; few wolves seemed genuinely interested in understanding what made her sobeille. only astera understood her — and even then, only the bits sobeille took careful pains to allow her to see.

no. came the delayed answer as she hungrily read the emotion in his eyes; anger that simmered like distant forest fires. how much would it take for him to act on that anger?

and what was he capable of once enraged?