Sheepeater Cliff escape velocity five-point-six

was that not what she had said? the living were more dangerous than the dead. countless practiced hours halted her huff, the roll of her pale eyes. coward she thought idly, finding no solstice in the man's actions. a weak spine. something to be rid of easily, else he would drag her down with him. and she bites back a sharp reply, choosing not to find his claws meeting her coat if she says what she thinks.

he was not worth the effort. Huntington sniffs the air, the remnants of other souls passing freely by. there is no one else here. and she believes that to be fine, for without a word she turns back to where the bones were. if he wanted to live he was just another great disappointment in the world. yet another who did not take a chance upon the things that usually were not given effort. 

"farewell then" she finally replies, choosing to remain here for whatever reason she believes to be sane.