Bonesplinter Ravine Dead Voxel

Set back to October 6, the morning after @Machiavelli has woken up

The woman's anger was near boiling as she worked, scrubbing the creature’s wounds with a force far rougher than any healer's touch ought to be. Why, the very nerve of Herod! Parading this... thing around as if it were some poor lost lamb, when in truth, it was nothing but a vile monster—the very one that had stolen her son from her!

Her paws moved briskly, though her thoughts stormed even faster, each motion fueled by the fury churning within her. She could feel her breath quicken, her thick muzzle curling into a silent, unconscious snarl as the bitterness took hold. The pain of her loss mingled with the disgust she felt toward the beast, and for a moment, it was all she could do to keep from letting her claws sink into its ripped flesh.

She paused only for a moment, her breath escaping in quick, angry puffs and her gaze hardening as she glared down at the beast.