Aino shook in the corner of her cave. The body of a dead lion lay in her cave, and she had no idea what to do with it. It...well, he hadn't been a member of the pride. Aino had an affinity for helping those that needed it, as she felt like it was the only way it gave her value in the world. Her shaky self esteem nearly killed her tonight.
The bright moon framed the sticky form of the dead body, and Aino's pale eyes watched it carefully. Was it really dead? Blood pooled around the thrall's body, an open gash on Aino's head trickled blood down her small frame. Her body was plastered against the cave's wall as she tried to figure out what to do.
(tbc!)
