Blacktail Deer Plateau what doesn't kill you, right?

invictus. she repeated the name to herself over and over before she wiggled out the den. she sat and watched as the healer went to work. every movement seemed so articulate and planned.

there were a few moments of silence before max cleared her throat. “i’m max.” things fell quiet again. the only sounds that could be heard were bird songs and the gentle rustle of leaves. “uh, thank you. for this.”