[ The bite of anger makes him jump, the moment of being frozen in his discovery quickly broken. Kieren scrambles back and away — legs kicking slightly to scoot himself back in the snow. There's gore smeared on his mouth and hands, which he holds up in a defensive gesture. His eyes are wide, fearful. ]
S-sorry— I'm sorry— I just—
[ It becomes painfully obvious now he's moved away: the ruined mess of animal skull in the snow. He hasn't touched the body, the meat. ]
cw: animal gore
S-sorry— I'm sorry— I just—
[ It becomes painfully obvious now he's moved away: the ruined mess of animal skull in the snow. He hasn't touched the body, the meat. ]