Firefly Glen vive, vivio, vivira

backdated to the 13th! @Aurëwenn /giphy BRAVE

 

It was a slaughter. 

The advantage was hers; it was in the limitless wrath she harbored. 

But the coyotes were not blameless. They lingered upon her borders, tested their limits–and Hydra found them there. The shrieks that followed were horrific, although Hydra was swift in doling out the sentence for  their crime. 

Live, live, live– Atlas, Osiris, Antares, Vega. She would kill for them again and again and again; for Moonspear, too, her family. Their bodies she left upon the borders–she would bring them to her children in time, when she returned. For now, she stalked on to ensure the Glen was clear of creatures heading to Moonspear with ill intent.