Nadia's standing there to meet them, covered in blood. She's just finished clawing her way through Ray's corpse, and the gun is ... well, it's better if they don't know where the gun is. Plausible deniability. Ray's head is barely discernible as Ray's head mostly because it looked like it had been bashed in repeatedly. She glances over to the sheriff and huffs a breath, blowing a stray strand out of her face.

"They were here for your son. You might want to go with 'animal attacks.'" She's not even going to bother to pretend she didn't do most of the damage. There's no point. "But off the record? Stiles shot that one." She tips her head to the heavily mutilated corpse. "Talia's with him now, but I thought you should be prepared. He was going to kill Talia, Stiles stopped him."

Which is ... really the basic rundown of it all.

"They were working with hunters, though. Someone close to them knows."

Talia continues to shush him softly, rocking him gently as she does. "No, you're not. You're not like them." There's a great deal of difference between someone who's killed and someone who's a killer. "You were protecting your family. That doesn't make you a monster."