Morningside Cuesta kill the witch

The cries of her son were ignored. Easy had more children in the den, unharmed but in peril due to this intrusion. Whatever had happened to Baby had already happened, and her main concern was seeing the threat quickly neutralized.

Her jaws strong and tight, she gave a furious shake of her head, hoping to rend something loose.

Her vision was all red and black. She knew, urgently, that she needed to destroy this man, but in truth she could barely see him. So she tore what she could, bearing down on him until something sharp grabbed at her ankle and wrenched. She meant to haul him away from her paws, but in the heartbeat it took her to adjust her grip, the male slipped her grasp.

Heedless of any pain or bleeding, Easy took off after him, utterly intent on recapturing the threat. Her paws pounded the ground beneath her, launching her larger frame after him but never quite close enough. He was faster, and there was nothing more to be done.

Easy slowed, cold intention shifting abruptly to seething rage.

"Run, you little rat, as far as you like!" she screamed, pouring her hatred into her voice, so loud and so deep that she thought her throat might bleed from it. "I will feed your bones to my children! I will bring them your flesh in my belly!"