Haunted Wood c-c-c-caught again, in the mystery

so they talked; astara turned an ear to their conversation, but lent no further interruption. the tall wolf had served her purpose in the little shade's eye; she had at least offered her a meal. the scarlet cloaked wolf, however...

astara allowed her gaze, dull and almost insectile, to rake across tzila indifferently. deciding there was little here for her to pick over, the blackbird held up the hare's gristly head, raised her own jaws in prideful contempt, and marched off -- gruesome token in tow.