Emberwood It goes in my eyes a cinema

silence. the two of them continued on their patrol. fathi was still alive, still a threat. the thought of his presence threatened a snarl at bhediya's lips. he was a foul man, a malevolent beast; one undeserving of the women and children he'd been gifted.

she no longer resented him, for she'd arisen all the better. they'll be okay, bhe choked, jaes isse. the prayer was a whisper, the first she'd sounded in ages. it brought warmth in reassurance.

i'm sure that they're strong. they've got our blood. talking about the children wasn't what she wanted to do. the wolves of the emberwood, ishara included, knew nothing of the brood. bhediya would tell them someday, but someone overhearing wasn't how she'd planned.

she continued. i have a daughter here. ishara, but she prefers easy. she's grown, now. there are two more but they aren't here. perhaps one day they would return.