Northstar Vale daily mix

when the girl turns, she feels vague familiarity, then as she speaks, she understands. she met this girl once. the irony of their last conversation and the circumstances now wasn't lost on her. her mouth twists downward when she speaks. yeah, she mutters. but luckily for her, their conversation would have nothing to do with her own hypocrisy. it had to do with her leader, rannoch. her leader. she didn't like rannoch all that much, to be quite honest, but his position was still integral to them. she could think of no one else to lead them — not even herself.

feathers and dead bodies...? she echoes, the description reminiscent, but vague. the memory of that boy's scent was out of reach at the moment, and it fades away as she feels a presence besides her. she turns to the wolf — she hardly recognizes him, and so steps away, even if he was trying to give her solace. so he could be dead for all we know? if this description of a wolf that smelled of 'feathers and dead bodies' was the same as her own attackers, he would have a hard time recovering. they would be without a leader, with autumn just beginning? well shit.