Veralyn would see to it they were eternally punished for defiling her dear children, hunted by her wolves upon the sacred grounds of Altia and ripped apart over and over.  After they were dealt with, Nirayane sheathed her knife and coldly she kicked their worthless corpses into the pit they dug.  Many a poacher who crossed this grim, open grave would be sure to learn....never cross the Goddess of the Hunt.

She was intrigued though noticing the one the girl killed withering to ashes and being scattered to the four winds.  Giving her a soft pat on the shoulder and a nod, Nira agreed it was time to return to the guild.  They had plenty of meat from one healthy doe and the rest had scattered due to the commotion.

Not to mention...their guildmates were probably starving by now.