Raven's Watch destructivist

@Julep!

He had been moved on from his place beneath Diaspora's claim, and by a tiny, diminutive woman no less. He should have put up more of a fight. Should have maimed her already disfigured face some more. Should have torn out her throat. He remembered that milky scent on her — either she or someone in the pack had children. He fantasised about killing them.

His mind played over every possibility as he trailed through the summits, his aimless wandering eventually taking him right to the fringes of the range where the mountains began to peter out and lead to the coastline. He got to the very edge of a shear cliff face that overlooked the ocean and bordered a veritable paradise below. He fantasised about leaping from it.

Instead, the Cairn took a path downwards, into the lush forests that the cliffs encircled, hearing the ravens perched upon the crags caw and jeer. It felt like they were mocking him. Coward. He pressed on into the woods silently.