The Sentinels burn it all away

The creature had spent too long in the quarry. She had painted the rocks with blood and strewn the paths with gore, and this seemed to keep the curious beasts of the valley away. It was boring. She was listless; like any hungry animal, she would have to find a more suitable hunting ground. Thus the creature departed from the graveyard of gravel and stone and ruined carcasses and headed north. The forest was a wound that she, the worm, worked her way across; the ruins of a once great forest beheld her poorly constructed form, and she cast her rueful gaze across the blackened trees.

Despite the fact that it was the bay which she and her Mayfair-Cairn siblings haunted, Lilia was inclined towards the forest that sheltered them.  Twisted, blackened corpses yearned towards the sky with ravaged fingers, and at their feet was new growth.  Rebirth.  She could feel the spirits here, both living and dead.  
Two-toned eyes sought movement upon the horizon, and she draws her tongue across her lips as long, willow-thin legs draw her closer.

It has been some time since the creature has seen anything larger than a rat, save for the carrion birds that would attend to her displays of crimson artistry. Sometimes these, too, would become a piece of her work; she wondered if the movement that she detected was of something larger and more formidable, something which she could set her knife-like teeth in to. Something that would finally satiate the otherwise indomitable hunger and rage within her. Alas, as she stopped her lurching, the object drifted in to view — a wolf. A girl.

The creature's snout flared in the manner of a disgruntled bear; she felt the hot breath escape and watched it form a thin cloud, which dissipated. The beast did not move to intercept, but stood and waited, watching for signs of weakness — as if that, alone, would give her cause to rise. In studying the figure, the beast saw how they moved among the broken things of the forest. They were careful, as if disturbing the remains might awaken something deeply forgotten.

The beast felt something touch upon one of her small ears. Then another, a tiny tapping, along her back, among the wood — as a light rain began to spit.