Kianna had finally found a spot to rest. Her fur was caked in dried blood and she felt it whe she moved.
"Am I a bad person?" She mutters, thinking of the state she left that boy. "No... he knew Fabine. He was probably a Brom. He deserved that." She snaps to herself, shaking the doubt out of her mind. She acted like these things didn't bother her, but it was far from the truth. Kianna wasn't a killer. She fought viciously, for maximum damage, but she didn't want to kill anyone. If Paisely hadn't knocked her off, it'd be a different story.