{se} Like children again

The excitement and joy of play quickly shift to bloodlust as the scent reaches Edmund. With an eager snarl, he twists and swiftly races after Ophelia. He hasn't tended to his needs nearly enough this season and the pounding of his heart and salivating fangs betray his need. Whatever creature has found itself injured will not have to suffer for much longer. He'll happily put it out of its misery. Breaking past the tree line into a clearing reveals a trio of speaking squirrels, all mumbling anxiously. Blood spots the side of one as it heaves. A broken branch beside them paints a clear picture of what has happened. Edmund barely glances at it. The tiger is already pouncing, claws sinking deep into one of the other squirrels as mud squelches beneath their combined weight. The squirrel barely has time to squeak out a "No!" before it is silenced. Edmund lets out a pleased rumble as he tucks into his meal, glancing up to make sure that Ophelia has also caught a squirrel to eat. If not, he'll happily share with them. It might make his instincts twinge, but Mother had said he should help his siblings. So, help them he shall. Edmund molten fur, molten heart