Greatwater Lake the undertaker's thirst for revenge is unquenchable

West watches the girl leave, ultimately lowering herself back down to the ground. Her head rests between her paws and she turns to that one wound is against the snow. It melts quickly but it helps to numb the area enough to reduce some of the throbbing. Kitsch is successful in finding something, anything, she can worry about the inflammation and infection later. There’s no telling what’s growing in the mouth of the crazy woman.
 
In her absence, West feels herself drift off into a light slumber. She doesn’t know where the girl had gone off to but she struggles to keep herself away without someone there. Regardless of her vulnerability, she allows herself to fall asleep until the girl returns.
 
She is startled by the voice, her body jerking to attention as she wakes and a grimace crosses her face. It takes a few seconds but she shakes her head and looks to the ground, seeing the pale yellow flowers. She blinks a few times and glances up, but from the corner of her eyes she sees the poppy on the ground next to it. Without a bloom, it had gone unnoticed at first, and she feels her heart begin to race. It has been so long since she’d taken the opiate, the withdrawal symptoms mostly over but the need remains deeply rooted.
 
“Yes,” she all she can say as she reaches forward and devours one of the poppies in a matter of seconds. It takes effort not to eat the others but she does pull them close, disregarding the others she had brought with her.