Firefly Ravine someone was changing, someone was changing from the inside out

I really don't know how this got so long and I super apologize for the novel

Ever since her encounter with the soft-pelted Dragedan, Raleska was on the warpath. She was outright furious Rosalyn had denied her a chance to enact vengeance. She did not think of anything but hurting those that had hurt her, as deeply and irrevocably as they had hurt her mom, her family, her pack. Somehow, Raleska measured that barbaric code "do unto others what has been done to you", and somehow, she drew from that code a sense of firebrand justice, a sense of violently confident purpose.

And so she marched south of Rusalka's claim, at first being drawn to the Tangle and then following the river that coursed through it south. She was not expecting to find what she was looking for, and much the way an old hound might habitually circle around its owners' property and offer a stiff-lipped growl here and there to suggest to any peeping intruders he was still walking and ready to put up a fight, only to find his bluff for show contested by the might of an intruder forcing him long at last to move towards his true purpose, so Raleska found that by hunting for Drageda curs, she found them.

She was a little shadow that flitted through the dense underbrush as she went, using the loud trinkle-gurgle of the river to conceal her steps, and lingering where the shadows pooled under heavily leaning pine trees, rather than crossing broad blades of sunlight. The scent of acrid vomit hit her nose as she lurked in the bushes, her eyes fastening with a slavering dog's fury on none other than the woman that had dragged her like chattel through Drageda.

She could kill her right now, Raleska was sure of it - the wolf was clearly sickened or compromised, and Raleska had the advantage of thus far being undetected.. Just one more step and she could show Blixen how Eurycrates felt - her blood simmered and pounded, and a sudden lightheaded yet intense purpose overcame the girl.

And yet, like a black-cowled assassin, leaning over the crib of a babe in which he had been ordered to execute, in finding his body's contact with the crib had gently rocked it and thus fluttered open the impossibly blue and placid eyes of a child that had never once felt malevolence pressed upon her, in which she might have looked up at the soul hastening her demise and smiled blissfully as he found himself startled to be witnessed by her, so Raleska found her motivation crudely rocked, and the resolve to kill suddenly sucked out from under her by the pitiful cough of her prey.

Raleska faltered then, an inexpert fool suddenly caught in the whims of a gale -- and with a shaky breath, discovered the malevolent will that had carried her thus far to be delivered into reckoning, had abruptly abandoned her, leaving her nothing but confused and wildly out of her element.