Otatso Wetlands mmm, make it right.

a series of soft owl-calls penetrated the rising dusk. qiao listened, placing the boy on the ground and pinning his shoulder. another series tittered over the fluttering leaves; this time followed by unnatural silence. 

the boy was sullen. any time he cried, he was met with the sharp pinch of qiao’s teeth.  he became withdrawn and gaunt in short order, stifling the quiet cries that rose in his chest. 

qiao cut him a look that brooked no quarter, ears stiffening as the crunch of leaves underfoot reached her. her eyes flashed, teeth bared and ready — but it was only @Stormchaser, his captive in tow. 

this one is a mutant. qiao gestured to rowdy, her murkwater eyes alight with dark emotion. what of yours?