Otatso Wetlands Following the stream up north

Sensing the other's fear made Hedda gloat and she didn't do anything to hide it either. The witch had always considered love being a fatal mistake and flaw and it was very clear that the white wolf cared for the lost friend deeply. How unfortunate for her and how great for Hedda to be able to see her unhappiness surface. In her eyes suffering was the most beautiful thing in the world. Masterpiece like no other, so many colors, shades and tones. And the way it was shown differed from person to person.

"Or maybe it won't," Hedda added unhelpfully, her gaze still resting at the girl, studying her, learning the details, in order to understand her better. She did not care much, if the wolf found the corpse somewhere. "For, what you seek is the soul, not the corpse. The latter is just a shell that perishes and holds no meaning," she finished.


ooc: I am sorry for taking this so long. If you wish - we can continue, if you don't - then I can write an ending in my next post.