Stone Circle Bitter

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He wallows, grief consuming the bear whole without a shred of mercy. It takes what is left of his strength to keep tears from overflowing. Evergreen shifts his mismatched green eyes up to Ira, his expression shifting. He is troubled, and knows... it is wise to tell her the truth of what happened.

It... was a wolf, he says, deflating even more so. It was not an accident, or another beast that ended Thistle's life... A man. He didn't speak, and I... rushed in, hoping that... it wasn't too late. Evergreen feels his heart race, and his breath quickens. His coat was dark... and his eyes—soulless—were purple. He didn't smell of a pack from around here, but definitely wasn't a loner.