she remembered this meadow in the height of summer, filled with faded wildflowers and the wild calls of foxes, aglow with summer's haze. now, it was a flat, snow-covered clearing criss-crossed with trails of prey and predator, the odd discolouration in the snow displaying openly where a life had ended or one had continued, and here and there were someone had taken a piss. she did the latter before moving to blow air at an imprint of feathers and blood where surely some bird had taken down it's prey, meandering to the north end of the meadow slowly, but surely. she'd decided not to visit Undersea, not yet- only now what Aditya had done sunk in. she did not know what would drive him to turn fang and claw against a woman as gentle and kind as Seelie and her home, and her shoulders were stiff beneath her pelt as she considered it, the havoc he must have delivered to the ethereal woman's home.
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