Violet
'She's dead.'
'Don't panic.'
'She's dead.'
Palisa's body lay half in the water, half on the sand. My hand was still tangled in the fur at the base of her skull, my fingers locked in a death grip I hadn't even realized I was maintaining. I had dragged her out with me.
I stared at the corpse for a long moment, stunned.
I didn't even notice I had dragged her out like this.
I was also stunned at the brutality of my handwork.
She was barely recognisable. Her chest and stomach was a gaping empty cavity. Her head was mangled, along with the ruined jaws twisted at impossible angles. The stumps where her forelimbs had been were still trailing out blood.
I released my grip and pulled my hand away, wiping it against the sand.
I didn't want to touch her anymore.
The remaining wolves who had lingered at the edges of the clearing were gone. Whether they had fled during the fight or after, I didn't know.
I didn't even care anymore.
