Witch's Marsh Unrequited

A familiar voice sounded out - one that had become grating in her ears. She remained on the ground, huffing and attempting to catch her breath but turned her head to look Hunst in the eyes.

Her jowls raised as he spoke. He knew what she was upset about, surely, didn't he? In Hokulani's mind, he had to. Claws digging into the ground, she could only stare for the moment.

It was embarrassing. She was attacking the ground for god's sake, she had to look crazy. Covered in dirt, mud caked to her fur, she appeared and felt completely out of her element.

"You left her on her own?" Her words came out in a hiss. Shaky, filled with anger.