Greatwater Lake where there is neither sense of life or joys,

despite his abrupt departure from blackfeather, he still haunted the region. he was tethered by the enigmatic she-wolf he had met weeks prior -- inexplicably wrought into her life in a way he had neither shape nor a name for.

presently iliksis sought her company, and was surprised to find her trail hot and leaving the wood's vicinity. he trailed the light imprints in the snow until he came across her, curled like a lamb in the cold fold of the ground. he stood over her with his breath silenced, pale vapors rising from his half-parted jaws. there was something wrong with the vulnerable way she had succumbed to the ground; something overwrought about her features.

while he had noticed that niggling scent that lingered between her prints left in the snow, he had no name for it -- and until she rose from the ground, he would remain unaware of the filling that claimed her belly.