Mathew walked along, covered from head to toe in grime and dust from his time outside. The blades of grass were tall like trees, giving way to mushy fields of moss that squished up water around his ankles with each step he trudged through. Did he have a real destination? No, not particularly. The little one wandered along, holding a makeshift twig-spear to fend off insects and the like, simply taking in the surroundings of his new world. Everything seemed fairly nice - the weather was good, with no storms throughout his stay here so far. Nothing terrible to contend with other than the occasional bug to fend off.
The sound of paws patting in the grass behind him filled his little ears as he turned to face what was making them. She was tall, like a skyscraper above him and clad in green. Her ears and facial structure looked almost like a strange combination between a deer and a wolf, and her tail swayed idly as she walked. Before stepping forward onto the mossy ground where Mat was positioned, though, she sat down and pulled her phone from her pocket. She seemed to be just out for the walk, to enjoy a day where she didn't have to work or be someplace at a specific time. Before she could get too far into what she was doing, though, Mat's blue hair caught her eye.
Her eyes widened a bit. Blue out in nature on the ground could mean danger - like an insect with a sting or poison. However, when she saw what he was, she immediately snarled in disgust. Before Mat could react, she had reached down and plucked him up by his head. The force nearly snapped his neck as she brought him up to eye level to see him a bit closer. He had dropped his little twig-spear, so he was completely defenseless in her grasp.
"Gross." Talia said as she looked him over. "Fucking tinies..."
And with that, she rolled Mathew's little body into her hand and clenched her fist around him. Talia felt the air wheeze from his lungs as he contorted, his struggles ceasing easily as her fingers continued to twist him into a mess. A little pop signified that he was broken, followed by the warm touch of blood on her hand. His intestines could be felt pressing out of his body, so at that point, she opened her hand to see what was left of him. He lay there, still alive and twitching like the injured insect she thought him to be. Dismissively, she tossed him over her shoulder and wiped the blood on her palm.
Days of survival had come to an end as Mathew landed in he dirt face-down, left to die while Talia resumed her relaxing day in the woods.