Wheeling Gull Isle a fájdalom a harag

sadie. erzsébet nodded. would that she had known the art of botany! it might have been helpful following ferahgo's attack -- perhaps she could have been spared days of agony had she been aware of some aiding plant. as it was, the countess was truly grateful for the help of her packmate in this time. "i appreciate this."

she was silent then, pondering what horrid things had been done to sadie, for the other woman was also vague, brief in her explanation. perhaps she had suffered the same abuse, though erzsébet prided herself on a thick veneer of indifference. it had served her well in the past and would continue to do so -- she need only mend and press on with her life.

blood. the taste of it was thick upon her tongue; she desired it hungrily.