Blackfoot Forest BWP3: Let me go out with a bang!

another had fallen, another soul struck from diaspora's reach.

stag answered in slow strides, eyes dull and vacant. no loss would ever rival the gutting loss of his father, but this -- this was a new wound to fester, to ignore until it became unbearable.

he was there only long enough to take stock of what happened: dust, blood, his brother -- kazimir. sick, i'm going to be sick-- bile in his throat, sharp --

and then his legs were reaching underneath him, the ground spinning

where am i going? a distant voice, stag's voice -- run run running away.. the snow and the dirt and the earth spun underneath his vision, and miles bled to miles before he came to.