Frostfire Ridge she wears the smell of blood and death like perfume
what do i do after all this survival?
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The branch becomes a little sturdies as the other wolf steels herself against the ground, something Thuringwethil can’t see, but she takes a leap of faith anyway. Her jaws tighten around the wood and she pushes her paws against the incline, using it to anchor herself as she takes a few steps upward. The rocks put pressure on her paws and she slips at first, unsure of where she’s going. A few fly from the side but she is able to regroup easily and continue the momentum.

After a few attempts, however, she makes it the short distance upward and onto the ledge enough that she can drag herself over. Her sides heave with a wave of relief washing over her and she turns her gaze to better look at the wolf that helped her up. “Thanks,” she murmurs through a heavy breath but remains splayed on the ground to gather herself.
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all that wanting, all that aching, all that capacity for love:
it never belonged to you in the first place
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RE: she wears the smell of blood and death like perfume - by Antumbra - January 18, 2016, 05:53 PM