Noctisardor Bypass the system of doctor tarr and professor fether

forward dated to tomorrow. referencing the body drop-off indicated here

her heat is waning, and with it, her lust.

she thinks of @Sequoia, and the news the dappled woman had brought. perhaps now is the time to make good on her promise to lend a paw. Avicus howls to her co-leaders her intent to hunt, and departs.

slowly, she meanders through the valley. the weather is warmer, and her spirits with it—and no doubt her trysts with the men of the Rise have buoyed her confidence as well.

after perhaps a day or so, as dawn breaks, she spies what could be called 'Bypass' that Sequoia had mentioned. and as she draws nearer, a putrid smell begins to prick at her nostrils, only growing stronger with proximity to the territory.

wariness and intrigue together bring her to the scene of a crime.

it's Laurel. her body is bloodied, butchered, left to rot. crows eye Avicus from the periphery, flapping their wings in irritation at being chased off from an easy meal. she ignores them, lowering her muzzle, picking up the scents along the corpse.

her father. her brother, too. 

she must go to Ursus, congratulate them, even though envy burns bright in her belly for not having done the job first.

her indigo gaze is hard and hot as it traces the ruined lines of her aunt's body, the sightless orbs where hateful, crazed eyes had once rested. she had asked for this. she had been mad. and now, she is dead.