The Heartwood and i pray to god you dont come back here anymore

AW, particularly NWs

whoever said the road home was often the sweetest, had clearly never traveled a day in caiaphas' shoes. exhausted, starved, and run down to the finest of fragile threads, caiaphas continued onward.

only to be

stopped


at every

fucking

turn.

the newest in the world's upheavals made the old tunnels she knew from blackfeather completely collapsed -- that, being her ticket home, spelled out certain demise for the siren queen. with large game now but a whisper, caiaphas knew her energies would have to be carefully stored. she could risk little, and lose too much -- particularly as the snows drove in.

standing there with her fur covered in ash, caiaphas looked down the heart-land -- where big salmon lake fanned out in distant, glinting fingers. where vercingetorix drew his last breath. resolved then not to starve, caiaphas considered the unpalatable.. and started making her way towards where she had seen the gab-bag last.