Northstar Vale You don't have to say, what you did

The boy was crusted over with blood and sweat. His skin felt like it was on fire, surrounding him. Antigone had played the image of his favorite bathing pool through his mind the entire trip home. He had dreamed about it. He could not wait to find the waters and sink himself beneath them until the blood was gone and the memory of her horrible wounds was taken with it.

How did she do it? The young wolf could not understand. Healing the worst in others without losing her kindness.

Prowling stiffly, Antigone caught sight of the ugly scarred man. Reyson had done well out there. He had been the first to spring into action. He had been the first to search for webs to stop their bleeding. It had likely been his help that had gotten Meadow home. The man looked disgusting, too.

Come with me, the young wolf said, his voice sharp upon the cold air.