Utterly Mad

Seb stepped forward, pushing away Irving's weapon arm.

"Can kill and should kill are two different things.  More bloodshed today than I'd like."

He paused, about to say something more, only then realizing what a mess he looked and sighs, his brow furrowed in frustration.  He turned to Irving and addressed him directly.

"We're taking him back. Going to get him patched up and get intel on the location of this cache.  I'm not tolerating wanton mutilation on my watch.  One thing for it to be in the heat of combat, but not here."

He walked away, going outside for a moment to retrieve the RPK he left in the grass.  When he returned, he says,

"Someone else drive.  I'll watch the prisoner, and I've got to get cleaned up anyway."

The wolf mutant took a seat in the center cabin, scrubbing down his muzzle a damp washcloth, lost in thought.  He hasn't had an episode like that in ages.  Not since he got a regular supply of bloodweed.  He puzzled over it as they traveled back to base, fearful of what this could mean.