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Growled through gritted teeth, Artificer stood, a bloody spear in hand. And the blue eyed scavenger gave a look of scorn. She might not understand what the red slugcat had stated but she knew the tone and she could see the intent. Already wounded, she didn’t seem willing to challenge Artificer’s decision. There was a ruffling of frills, seething huff, as if to say, “Not my favorite child…” And the blue eyed scavenger fled carrying her remaining pup with her. Artificer was glad to not have a fight. She was exhausted already. Glancing down at her prize she saw the disbelief and heartbreak in the little scav’s expression. Left alone by its mother. Sacrificed to a monster. She couldn’t help that the little green and white pup reminded her so much of one of her own… Without resistance she scooped it up and carried it to a waiting shelter. A cold front had blown in and the sky was getting dark. Inside the dark shelter shock seemed to have set in, keeping the pup still. It allowed itself to be laid limply on the ground and its eyes squeezed shut. There was fear. Artificer could smell it. But it didn’t move her to do much more than sit beside the little pup and turn her head away. Was she better than this? She couldn’t tell. Not now and not before when she first attacked only to realize that that blue eyed scavenger had with her. Perhaps later she would find her answer. For now it was time to rest. |
