Blackfeather Woods i'll let the chopper eat his body

scylla narrowed malicious eyes towards the boy as her sister spoke, a slow grin developing on her maw.

"lets kill him." the girl piped up devilishly, wondering if perhaps playing with the boy would be more entertaining than the bone. she had seen her mother kill before, but not for sport, for food. was killing different when the purpose was not to hunt? there was no guarantee that she had the courage or strength to go through with it, but a part of her driven by youthful curiosity felt the need to experience holding something else's pulsating neck under her claws. perhaps, she got it from her father. as the older boy moved to defend hela's abrupt lunge, scylla snaked around side his flank and lunged at the exposed side of his neck. that's how mother killed young deer. the neck seemed to be a fatal point in a creature's anatomy, and she wanted to test that theory.