Greatwater Lake with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground

congrats! <3

it is obvious there is no recognition there; only an absence of madness. "do not trouble yourself."  stiff and courteous, as if they were strangers, as if they did not come from the same dark place. it is this that has her swing her muzzle back toward the wood, festering like an open sore on the horizon. 

"does blackfeather still stand?"  a simple, casual question where it not for the stiffness of her voice. but to a peek at her cards; she knows intimate things about the male and she wonders if the question will bring to light memories, violence, suspicion. perhaps only a simple answer, but there is a hint of tension in her shoulders that speaks of her readiness should his reaction be any of the former.