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The broken hearted vengeance filled femme, stomped passed her old den angrily, unaware that she was leading a pup eater and murderer right to where her precious dead offspring lay. She did not stop to honor their memory nor even pause to look at the mound of earth that marked their grave. She tried her best to ignore the maternal instinct that still raged through her that demanded she take care of them even though they did not breathe or live, a high pitched whine left her maw as she carried on. Each step she took away from them without acknowledging them was harder to place down from the one before it until she was stood straining against her own body with one paw attempting to touch the ground in front of her.
Her face set in a snarl as her body rebelled against what her mind would do, eventually she gave up and placed the paw down sighing heavily. Her body half turned back of its own accord and she had to dig her claws into the loamy earth to stop herself. Of her own volitional she turned and began the trek back to her old den, the femme remaining deep in thought the entire way. As she approached she began to notice the scent of another getting stronger all the while and the smell of fresh blood. The sounds of digging reached her ears and her brain realised what was happening before her kind saw it.
There was a dark blood covered male and he was... he was... oh god she felt sick to her stomach. He was digging up her little ones, with a manic hungry look on his face.
He was..
He was..
Jace eyes flinched too and fro and the second since his features came into her view seemed to stretch on and on, she could hear her breath in her chest and the blood in her ears. Her pupils expanded; growing larger and larger until they blocked out all but the barest hints of blue and amber, the thin thread that had been holding Jace onto the dock of sanity broke casting her into a sea of rage. The wolfdog female snapped.
The fastest shift she had ever been through in her life ravaged her broken body, a mere five seconds. Her facial scars stood out in stark contrast to the pale white of her face. With a roar the female lunged forwards intent on mauling the life from this hated male.
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