[ This isn't what she expected when they took the assignment. Mostly she assumed this would be more of the same as far as tasks were concerned. But of course nothing could ever be so simple.
The mangled corpse lying there on the ground said as much.
It's not that she isn't used to tracking something through the woods, not at all. She has more than her fair share of hunting experience; that isn't what makes her pause. It's the nature in which they find this thing's "prey" that gives her pause, makes her draw in a deep breath and swallow down hard before she finally crouches down to take a better look.
This was someone's pet that did this? This wasn't an act of self-defense—this looked deliberate. ]
Then it looks like we're on the right track.
[ If it sounds a bit hollow, it's only because she's doing her best to mask how unnerved she is by the whole thing. Who in their right mind would keep a creature capable of something like this as a pet?
Reaching out to touch what was once a youthful face with a gloved hand, one now eternally contorted by fear and horror, she sweeps her hand over his eyes. Closing them for good with a few quietly whispered words. A prayer, and an apology—
I'm sorry, this is all I can do for you.
Standing up slowly, she catches Allen's gaze, her jaw firmly set and lips drawn in a fine line. ]
We should keep moving. We can't let the train run cold.
[ She would not let someone else fall victim to this creature's fury. ]
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The mangled corpse lying there on the ground said as much.
It's not that she isn't used to tracking something through the woods, not at all. She has more than her fair share of hunting experience; that isn't what makes her pause. It's the nature in which they find this thing's "prey" that gives her pause, makes her draw in a deep breath and swallow down hard before she finally crouches down to take a better look.
This was someone's pet that did this? This wasn't an act of self-defense—this looked deliberate. ]
Then it looks like we're on the right track.
[ If it sounds a bit hollow, it's only because she's doing her best to mask how unnerved she is by the whole thing. Who in their right mind would keep a creature capable of something like this as a pet?
Reaching out to touch what was once a youthful face with a gloved hand, one now eternally contorted by fear and horror, she sweeps her hand over his eyes. Closing them for good with a few quietly whispered words. A prayer, and an apology—
I'm sorry, this is all I can do for you.
Standing up slowly, she catches Allen's gaze, her jaw firmly set and lips drawn in a fine line. ]
We should keep moving. We can't let the train run cold.
[ She would not let someone else fall victim to this creature's fury. ]