Duck Lake burning cities and napalm skies

There were no words to describe the feeling that her voice brought to his ears. The ache, and despair, he could hardly remember there last conversation, aside from the confidence that Nanook had brought him. The confidence of a pack mate at his side, ready to defend him and protect him. His thoughts only brought the ache deeper, setting in the marrow of his bones. A cruel laugh fell from his lips as he dipped his head, a feint of laughter to choke the sob threating to show. He nodded his head agreeing with the iron lady, he was indeed alone.

“The perfect time to strike.” Siarut taunted the woman, goading her into finally bring an end to his misery. The coward that he was, and he supposed he always had been. Slowly he lifted his head, olive gaze observing her delicate features. He could just make out the scaring on her frame, although he had never seen scars such as these, he couldn’t help but stare.

She lacked her traditional scent of grass and sunshine, rather she spoke of composting earth and ancient forests. “What happened?” He flicked his head, Sia’s gaze still fixed on the slowly healing flesh.