Her arms wind around his head and she presses her face into the side of his neck, sucking in the warm scent of his body. "I saw you -- I hunted you. I smelled blood and fear on the wind and I chased it. It smelled good and the forest was so dark. It was just so -- easy to reach out and hit from behind and I..." Her grip on him tightens, as if she's afraid he'll turn to mist if she lets go for a single moment.

"Gods, Richard it was you. Snapped your neck with -- jaws -- your spine -- it felt good until I -- I -- I realised what I'd -- done." The last few sentences are barely comprehensible as she starts sobbing again.