She was pacing back and forth in her room, growing agitated and impatient. She had been waiting for hours, expecting to hear the cries of mourners and the news that the boy had passed away. She had left immediately after pushing him into the water, knowing very well that he probably didn't know how to swim at his age. Also, seeing that he was a flame wolf, she thought water would easily kill him.
Hours had passed, and she hadn't heard the good news yet. Now, she was getting worried, wondering if he had been saved. That couldn't happen because then the boy would expose her as the one who tried to kill him. She was fuming, her mouth bloated by inhaled air, as she continued to pace, her mind racing with thoughts of what could have gone wrong.
She stopped pacing and stared out the window, he
