Redhawk Caldera lover of the russian queen

get up.

she was breathing, alive. but her mother's eyes belonged to something dead and the familiar dark coat was painted over with blood. there's a flicker of motion, and the girl glances up, feeling cold fear for the first time in her life. sithis. it must be him, the wolf that stands there. he appears to be a part of the wood all around, though it's his eyes her gaze latches onto. eyes. she swallows, and his mouth moves. 

run.

it's raining again, and she's on the side of a rocky incline when the ground starts to tremble. the pebbles that start to fall are largely ignored, until one the size of her head narrowly misses her. she whips her head around to where it came from, and sees something that looks like the waterfall in the glen, but made of earth and rock and profoundly wrong. she pivots, launching herself down the rockface, making a desperate bid for solid ground.