Neverwinter Forest up in smoke

Though some time had passed, the whiplike sting on the family would last for several years to come. Perhaps even forever. Their judgment was severe, but it was their family. It was unfortunate that of all the places he had wandered that day, it was to Moonspear, where the Ostregas—who held deadly grudges, it seemed—lived. 

Sorina snapping at him incited her. Her words caused Hydra to look to Titmouse and snarl. At least death for what he did. She had let him free, and what had he done? Reaped more havoc...?! 

Death she could deliver. Did she want to? Hydra's lips peeled backward as she bore her fangs to him as he spoke. Of course I would. I took an eye, not your brain or your fucking ability to hear, so why are you here? I told you I would if you came to the Wilderness. You can't wait for the dust to settle—were you coming to cause more trouble? she snarled at him loudly and looked to Sorina when the sound abated.

Rannoch. Wraen. The only two opinions she considered in this. The only reason he breathed. Her selfish nature wanted to discard them entirely, but she could not. They were her friends, and they were pack.

She held him down, her eyes softening on the girl whose presence she found herself appreciating. What did he take from you? She asked, her voice gentler than it had been toward the one-eyed idiot, but still thick with the emotion she felt. For to her, he really had killed her sister. Indirect though it was, he still was guilty. It was Sorina who was a victim, too. She would not silence her. 

skipping mamakaze this round!