[When the device clicks on there is some silence muddled by the background noise of the forest at night, albeit a presently uneventful corner of it. Well, sort of. Then there is a breath, not quite a sigh or anything so quickly named, but a sound that can amount to a combination of distaste and upset.]
There ought to be a law of some kind against this.
[A breath, a pause.]
What could anyone have to gain here for killing a unicorn? I understand that there are places, worlds even where the inhabitants must hunt to sustain themselves, but this is not one of those places and this was not a kill made for survival.
...I'm so, so sorry.
And they just left him here.
If this had happened to a person, I understand that there would be investigation.
[But her tone is cold, sharply unforgiving in a way that implies she doubts this will be the case for her silver-maned friend, and underneath that doubt there is disappointment and further down, anger, though parsing these into recognition is almost impossible.]