[PLOT] [Investigation] Fresh Kills

[Windra]

Kovu wasn't daft so that was a good thing. Rania grinned at his offer of a preferred weapon, feelings its weight in her palms. Sharp prongs glinted in the sunlight filtering in through the windows. Beautiful. She hitched up her kerchief to cover her maw and went to work.

All while vainly trying to urge restraint onto Niaajisk, who simply was not having it. Screw Svensk and all her anger! Human is pack! Weyr is pack! Not attack mine, no other until proven bad! Unless Stroud!

"NOT unless Stroud!" Rania snapped, strikign the bronze with such a powerful mental pull that the big brute hesitated, just long enough for the pyromaniac to tear the bale apart with his bare hands. "See, look, he's doing our work for us!"

And bare-handed. What an idiot. They were going to be pulling his unconscious body out of here, weren't they? It was what it was. Rania attacked the opposing side so as not to spear the man's hands until she started coming to the same concerning prize awaiting in the herdbeast foodstuff.

Flowers?

"Flowers are not normally part of this, no," she uttered. "I mean it's not unfathomable that some might wind up in the bale - they grow where they will. But no in this vast quantity. Whoever baled this had to have seen what they were gathering." She paled at the flora. "Don't sniff it, you bleeding moron!"