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She hadn't meant to kill it.

She hadn't meant to defend herself by killing the poor creature.

But why the hell did she feel so sorry for it?

Because it was just a lonely lion? She wasn't so sure.

Jamison stared down at the now dead mountain lion. It was curled up in a fetal position, blood seeping into his fur. Jamie wiped the blade of her dagger against the backside of her knee, slipping the blade back into her shoe. What was she supposed to do with it? Just leave the lion there? There wasn't really a way to bury it.

The girl sighed and stared down at the creature, it slowly moving across the ground. Her mind made it move into the shadows, hiding it from view. She sighed softly and moved the lion inbetween two large rocks. She felt sorry for the creature, because, in a way, it was just like her. Defending herself against the world. Jamie sighed and ran a hand through her hair before she continued on with her walk.