Phantom Hollow Call him Judas if you want, but he did it for reasons much older than silver

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As Pallas waited, her gaze trailed to the woodland. Woodlands that were black and razed and devoid of any fluttering green. It appeared the locusts had done their duty everywhere, not just in the creek: and everything was left a dull and affected grey.

Her studying was interrupted by the approach of another: her swollen sides and step announced not only her pregnancy but her deportment. Pallas remained sitting, her body language neutral. The mangled hare was pushed in the wolf's direction, and she was welcome to take it. "No." She said, and it was the truth. "I came here to find out if this was normal." She was new to the region, and if this was common-stance, she could not say she cared for it. "What is this place?"