The Heartwood Story; two continued.

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The fury of Mira was a powerful thing. The serpent pushed and shoved the woman back, where her backside slammed into a solid old tree. The kid's yellow gaze flit down to the woman's stomach- where something, something unnatural was stabbed through one side next to her spine, and emerged at her tummy. Not unnatural really, but the sharp tree branch suddenly seemed so unfamiliar, coated in wet crimson. Mira did not feel sick, gazing upon the sudden gore of the scene- only shocked at what she had been capable of. Never had she hurt her siblings so in their playfights, and the blood of a wolf smelled different than the blood of the small animals she tortured. She stared almost dumbfounded for a moment, until she realized this mother was still alive. Ought she treat her as she treated the little animals? Mira thought it would be hard to break her limb as easily as she broke the bird's wing if the woman was still prone to struggling. While blood leaked down the stunned Priapus' grey furs, the serpent came forward again. I WILL CLEANSE THE WILDS OF WOLVES LIKE YOU. Mira promised as she sprang forward (not unlike a venomous snake,) seeking to tear her fangs into the impaled woman's throat and rip out whatever she could.