Wapun Meadow et peccatum meum contra me est semper

"cannibal!" she cried, the yell strained and screechy by her vocal cords unused to such pitch.

"you'd eat your own?!" some working dog blood fired up within her, begining to slowly heat the pot of her fury.

bernadette hurried after the wolf - and yet it wasn't in her mind to attack it.

a part of her mind still veiled in neutrality, weighted the worth of lives.