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 Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 1:13 am
Honoria... was not so easily satisfied.
Snarling viciously, she tore at what her fangs uncovered.
It took long moments for her to recognize that the body was no longer moving save for what came as she bit, snarled and pulled. With tatters of flesh hanging from her muzzle, she backed away, ears flat against her skull.
Lungaia's eyes lifted to watch Honoria's work. This, she mused, was something that she would never tell another wolf. This was a secret kept between them. Everything that happened here was burned indelibly in her memory, but it would not be committed to history. She knew better than to think the dark wolf would speak of it.
And so she waited for Honoria to finish, and thought wearily of all the things she did not have words to say.
Sides heaving, Honoria backed another few paces away and looked down at her paws, tacky with blood and ash. Oddly suiting- the remnants of destruction would likely cling to her in some way or another for the rest of her life. Almost absently, she licked at the gore on her muzzle, chuffing out a breath to clear her nostrils of Kaeerah's scent.
...words were meaningless very often, and nearly always useless. She offered none as she padded to Lungaia and merely sat, one ear swinging about to keep as much of a careful alert on their surroundings as she could.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 1:15 am
"Cover," Lungaia said, finally, the word taking great heaviness, as though it fell from her jaws like a weight.
As it would happen, they were near enough to something resembling safety. Kaeerah, in her instincts, had run to ground, leading them right back to the den she had been staying in. This Lungaia made her way toward, ducking her head and ignoring the detritus of wolf bones that littered the floor
Perhaps...
She lingered a moment, and Honoria's brow furrowed as she glanced back at the nearly unrecognizable remains of what had been her adoptive mother's sister. Her ...aunt.
...burial? Some... mark of her passing? It was an alien thought and one that was unsettling, and so gave her greater pause than it should have. This had, after all, been someone of great weight to the only family she'd ever known.
Looking towards the den, Honoria sat for a long moment and then turned. Not towards the promise of a moment's rest, perhaps sleep, but towards Kaeerah's body. Her limp she just shook off, ignoring it, as she began to dig.
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