Morningside Cuesta kill the witch

Milan's acceptance was lukewarm at best, but Easy supposed it was too much to hope the girl would be as bloodthirsty as she was in that moment. Perhaps even her own ire would fade with time — but a pup snatcher could not be allowed to live, no matter how personally victimized she might feel, or might fail to feel.

"You should take mine," she rasped, lowering herself to the den floor and stretching her injured leg out with ginger care, finally seeming to realize what poor shape it was in. "Theirs," she added, nosing at the clamoring pups. "For as long as it serves you. There's no penalty for a Morningsider for wandering off — and my own father took his wife's name, near the end of his life."