Deuce arched an eyebrow, her eyes showing only amusement at her packmate's insistance that the cat deserved death. Perhaps the mutt had picked a fight with the wrong feline? At least that was how the silken fey assumed it went.
Pala looked up, her golden eyes full of grief. She ruffled her feathers, then settled next to the now stiffening corpse, her head bowing with her heavy thoughts.
Deuce rolled her eyes. "The insane fool got what he deserved. Quit being so angry. He probably picked a fight with Old cat." She walked into the woods, leaving the grieving pack behind her, and slowly vanishing into the foggy woods.
Re: Only a walk
Idrian leaped to his feet, about to challenge Deuce's words-but she turned...she was leaving? But why? He cast a glance back to the dead form of Jorn. This was muscle gone...even if he wasn't much of a packmate.
He looked to the others again, waiting.
"Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!"
Re: Only a walk
"Easy Raven," Idrian said, almost avuncular. "I don't know what's going to happen now, but let Deuce go...if it is in her to wander...that is her prerogative..."
((no, I don' t mean to put that horrible, wretched song into anyone's head like it's now stuck in mine))
He stood beside the younger wolf. He still wanted blood-that cat would meet his end and not find Eden. He shook his coat and looked back at Jorn's body. "A fool to the death...but we would be better to have him yet, I think."
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