Stavanger Bay O'Death

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the teekon wilds had been warming, and the fog that had gripped the bay since her arrival had finally lifted.  spring had arrived in ironsea, and it seemed as if awinita's spirits were not the only that had been lifted that afternoon.

ava had set upon the waves with her head in the air and a confident glint in her eye, the breeze tousling her pelt.  it was only as she arrived on the desolate scene before her that her mien shifted, and her pace quickened as concern darkened her features.

physician's gaze traveled over the broken girl, and she offered the pair their space.  she made no move to help; the girl was not long for this world.  she made her approach only after her packmate had passed, her voice low.

you can mourn, but we should move her, mon amie.