Haunted Wood it's a melody; a battle cry; a symphony

she eats quickly, dull sense of wrongness spreading as she swallows the still-warm meal. if she's willing to eat this, what's to stop her eating one of her own kin? she'd never. but what separated wolves from coyotes, really, besides some physical differences - she thought they very well might taste the same. Hela withdrew, the meal sating her hunger but becoming to unappealing to continue any further. the lecture did not help matters; the knew the lifeblood that flowed there, knew to target the soft underside of it, but was unwilling to explain that she'd been following Vengeance's advice. 

instead, she merely nodded her head, stepping back. "you take the rest." she offered, nausea threatening before she forced it back down. she looked once more to the woman before walking away from the carcass, willing the meal not to resurface as she did so.