Firestone Hot Springs Healing death

Claws met warm fur, warm skin, warm flesh. He heard the scream, saw the wolf fall to the ground.

Eyes fixed, he felt himself take a step back, then two, then three. He had never hurt a creature so expressive, not to this extent. The site was horrific. Growling at the sound he swung once more, a blow aimed at the soft underbelly.

Body turning, he ran with a sudden determination. Away from the sight, away from the sounds, leaving the wolf to die a slow and painful death. He should have stayed put it out of it's misery, but the wailing banshee was just too much for him to comprehend.