Arrow Lake rivers and roads

as ruenna left, taking the general's fragile trust with her, stigmata posed stoically to watch her go. out of the sharp corner of his eye, he spied on diaspora's warden - watching the cracks in mahler's facade widen and deepen the further their former packmate went from them. he could almost hate her in that moment, for fracturing his second wolf, but he hated himself more for being here to witness it. for stymieing the gargoyle's reaction to this unrepeatable moment.

"i know," he replied grimly, turning his chin up towards mahler, and huffing quietly. none of this gave him any pleasure, and if he were to make a decision in that moment, with the way he felt, then stigmata knew that he would irreparably fracture their bond. "i need to calm down," he muttered. i need to kill something, he thought, turning away from mahler and leaving him to the day alone.

what had i even come here for?