Mount Apikuni let the bed sheet soak up my tears

the rules she's learned are simple. one of them; do not answer questions that have not been asked. she remains tightly furled on herself, utterly compliant - as if the woman must merely gesture to the ridge's edge to have her soar down the edge, and tumble down to splatter in a mess of mist and crimson against the rocks.  "two days ago." 

her mind is wandering, skipping and scattering. she wonders if the blood would finally bring warmth to her pelt, or only highlight just how bleached of warmth she'd been in life. the thought drifts and dissipates, and her gaze falls entirely to the rocks before her.