Greatwater Lake the undertaker's thirst for revenge is unquenchable

For a while, West watches the buffalo. It’s quiet and it doesn’t do much other than keep her mind focused on something else. For a little while, she feels lost and the pain is only a dull throb as a reminder. Her eyes are heavy and if she were to close her eyes for a second, she’d fall asleep but the pain in the back of her mind is enough to keep her in the land of the living. It’s there, calling, teasing.

The buffalo moves but with no real urgency. West blinks a few times to turn her head and watch as it takes a few paces as if to avoid something. Concern fills her and pain distorts her features as she struggles to look for the culprit. The sound of snow crunching causes her head to turn to see a (mostly) white wolf coming in her direction rather quickly. Her ears press against the back of her head and she works to draw in the worst of the damage and protect them—and herself—from whatever is to come.

She’d been caught off guard by someone vicious and ruthless, with no reason or answers for why and she’d barely scraped away. The wilds have offered nothing but pain so far and she wishes for nothing by to return to Windsong and face the consequences that won’t even make a difference when she becomes lost to reality. The stranger’s words barely register in her mind but she swings her head, a low rumble of a growl in warning. There is little West can do to defend herself in that moment but it doesn’t stop her. She’d never gotten far without putting up a fight.

“What do you want?” she croaks out, green eyes narrowed with suspicion.