Redsand Canyon Your boldness stands alone among the wreck

"I killed him."

the howl had been familiar, enough to draw her away from her hunt and toward the sound of it. her wounds no longer slowed her as they had a fortnight ago, and she'd felled two hares that morning. the familiar burn of the activity, the dull satisfaction that came with the crunch of bone betwixt fang, was lure enough to make it difficult to stop. 

but as her gaze fell on Valour now, detached interest there, she was quite content with her decision to investigate the call. the nightwalkers were well and truly gone, then, as she'd expected. valour had stepped into the role she'd so neatly left vacant, and the group had continued along its downhill trajectory. a glance to derg and donovan in lieu of a greeting, though molten stare returns firmly to settle on Valour's.