Cat & Freya & Open
Like children defying their appointed bedtime, the Menagerie was sometimes open later than it ought to be, subject to the will of it's occupants. They'd been especially agitated tonight. For no reason Freya could understand, it had taken nearly an hour to get everyone to calm down enough to properly close up for the evening.
The walk back to her trailer was a slow one, her steps heavier for want of sleep. Her favorite raven, Sid, was perched on her left shoulder. Even he swayed a little more than he should have; to and fro, talons pinching the fabric of her daffodil yellow sweater. His eyesight far clearer than hers, Sid spotted the eerie spectacle in the half-dark well before Freya could. He croaked when they neared, flapping at her hair.
"Oh... Oh no..." Pale fingers closed over a mouth that shock had left ajar. The black bird made a quiet warbling sound. "Hush, that's disrespectful. He was kind." Freya turned a concerned glance in Cat's direction. "You're looking pale. Not just ... this" she gestured timidly at the slain worker. "Are you feeling alright?" It had been a few days since the incident with the tank. Freya had hoped that would have afforded Catherine enough rest to recover. Possibly not.