Firefly Glen I'm sorry if I hurt you, I'm sorry if it got that bad

The sound might not have been audible, but the moment Desdemona's life left her was something that could not be unseen. The limp way she hung, the sightless eyes, the lack of fight. All of it filtered down into one single, utterly driving purpose:

Kill the bear.

She dove in again, going for its eyes, its throat, ears anything she could reach, a terrible snarl echoing in the glen as she sought to exact revenge for the death of her friend.