Gyrfalcon's Keep the twisted nails of faith

could she picture a reason? the sullied female drew inwardly, a retrospective glaze accosting her yellow eyes. kevlyn's ghost -- would it follow her inland? could she exact some sort of revenge on the unknowing earth for her son's passing? the strand was cold and empty as was the rest of her world and in truth she envisioned the forest no different -- shadowed, hollowed, devoid. sure there was sustenance and sure there was the promise of pack living but all of these meant very little if the life caiaphas lead was no longer worth living.

"no." she answered simply, unapologetic for the brashness of her assertion. lasher had his world and she had hers and while his was waxing with bloom and promise hers was drawing to an eventual and isolated close. she was fine was this prospect -- it fell in line with the chaotic view of her life. "could you not think of a reason to leave the land?"