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his aim hits it's mark. he watches with satisfaction malliadh falls to the ground at his feet, her breath leaving her body in a wheeze. wintersbane has the advantage. she stares up at him and he stares back. are they siblings? or strangers? he could kill her, if he wanted to. he doesn't know the woman at his feet any more than she knows him. his lips curl back from his teeth and his muscles tense beneath his pelage. he thinks about it. and yet, something stills his teeth. "veren verta" wintersbane mutters with a soft snort. if she cared she would not blame him for lotte's death. if she cared she would not have left him to live with that gaping wound that would never heal, never close.

so why should he care?

because this fight would break lotte's heart. "seeing us like this would break mother's heart." wintersbane speaks and with his words took steps back, away from his sister; giving her space and time to catch her breath and regain her footing. wintersbane will take the victory ...if his sister yields. "i've hurt her enough already." he concludes, offering a tentative truce to mallaidh with those words of tired resignation, glacial gaze trained upon her.