Deepwood Weald I found peace in your violence

the fall that took her leg's mobility was felt again as she stared blankly at the scene; coherent thought fell away with all the pleasant things in her mind.

"dreven?" she whispered, unsure if it was words meant for him or a confirmation to herself.

atka had hurried to the putrid scent of blood only to come to a setting that confirmed her fears,      his own words.

"i am exactly as bad i think, and worse than you think, snow."

unwilling to it or not, the words he'd spoke once before ripped cruelly through the love she had for him. it pained her even more that fragments of it remained, even as she looked at the blood that trickled from his jaws. the body that held her at night was stained darkly with the life of the individual spread across the ground.

now, as he flashed his whites and hurled himself towards the other standing she shook with emotion. her lips wrinkled in agitation, or sadness.

"dreven!" she furiously blinked away the tears before her shout escaped her grieved throat.