Deepwood Weald [m] bodies

He released her and she collapsed, heaving, retching into the dirt. And then he was gone. She was alone. Alone, and now the rage found her, and now she pressed her face into her paws and screamed and screamed until her throat was raw and the tears were turning cold on her face. Until exhaustion slammed into her, another sharp blow between her shoulders, and her shrieks broke into wild sobs and finally died into a staring silence.

The stars, flickering through the trees. It was so, so quiet.