Wapun Meadow dripping in rot

zephyra bristled, ready to burn a hole through each repulsive urchin who stained the meadow's aroma with their stench. she made no move against any of them, a brazen girl, but not entirely a fool. before much time cole was beside her, and though his overbearing company was typically unwanted, in this case it was appreciated. 

soon after was the rex, and with him came the onslaught of accusations and unwanted excuses. she spat at the ground, not caring for the reason why any of them were here. gone! she wanted them gone. 

the woman, no larger than zephyra herself spoke last, and with it a request that even the girl could see was pointless. away and in peace? she scoffed as her eyes narrowed upon the corpse of a man — he would not leave this place alive, be it by the jaws of another or that hideous infection. 

"he should die," she muttered aloud, thinking it the best and quickest course to rid them all from the meadow.