Spilling out, blowing over like sand

Pascal was worried, scared even. She knew that her birth mother was, well she didn’t want to say ‘monster’ but part of her knew the word probably fit her well. For what creature other than a monster would hiss such threats and be so angry and quite to fight, to kill, just because they could? Pascal wasn’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t what happened at all. Kattari hadn’t moved to attack, though her threats seemed very real. There was hardly a twitch on Kattari’s part when all the sudden the golden and white wolf lunged forward with a roar she had never expected.

”Zeph! No!” She cried out to him scared for his life, after all the woman was a fierce brawler, a wolf that killed her grandfather! Her father! Both wolves who were strong stoic warriors and while she didn’t think Zeph was weak she knew neither of the wolves whose lives she took were easy to kill either. ”Please stop! Don’t hurt him!” She pleaded, but she could see the moment his fangs made contact with the right side of her face the glee in her eyes that he rose to the challenge.

The wolfess cackled madly even as his fangs met her face, and pulled away just as swiftly as Zephyr’s attack. It was clear he landed, her flesh parting with her body sending blood flecking across the air as she moved, wounds crossing across her cheek and just above the eye she had yet to show to them. Still it seemed without missing a beat her form slammed into Zephyr’s much lighter, shorter fame, her stained fanged quickly lashing out to grab him by the neck and slam him into the ground, though not killing him, or trying to, yet. Pascal stood frozen watching this horror unfold before her, the wolfess kept her maw pressed firmly down on Zephyr as she moved one of her large paws to take its place and she let out a growl that was almost more like a purr. ”Ah, how fun you ARE a delight darling. I wonder what you are to her? Lover? Maybe more? What an awful bond, I could always end it for you.” Her bloody face moved up again to Pascal again then grinning.

”No, please this was my idea! If you have to hurt anyone hurt me! You don’t want me remember? If you just… let us go you’ll never see me again.” The girl continued to plead tears brimming at the corners of her eye. What did she expect? That she would just be lovingly embraced? That this would go well? The wolfess let out a little ‘hmm’ sound pressing her paw a little firmer to the Zephyr’s neck as if actually considering.

”If you recall, he’s the instigator. He attacked me in my own home, I have all rights to kill him. No one, especially not here, would bat an eye. I have no reason to show mercy.” the wolfess spoke rolling her shoulders. ”I have no use for you, despite what you may have heard I don’t kill indiscriminately, so unless it benefits me, he is much more fun.”

Pascal was taken aback by her words. What benefits did one need to have in order for her to kill them? She didn’t understand. ”Why! Why did you kill Jaeger and my grandfather?! What benefit did that give to you! What does hurting Zeph do for you?!” For the first time the wolfess looked genuinely surprised, quickly followed by pleased. A grin came across her maw, a glint in her eyes. Pascal wasn’t sure what she had said, but it had clearly pleased her, and that worried her.

How quickly they can all fade away