Nova Peak If you must leave, leave as though fire burns under your feet

but he had seen, and shock rippled through him like a thunderclap. in grim silence he stared at wylla, hearing the explanation in her brief words while her pretty auds swept back.
surely she was in such agony! one eye left to her; the other a congealed smear of red-black tissue. "a thousand deaths to them," he growled in a crisp agony, and then he straightened.
"come out." with the she-wolf mahler knew he could not stoop to negotiation, and he drew himself back up to tired paws and aching flank, worried with a pulse of adrenaline that dulled all before. "let me tend you, vylla."
despite himself and his misgivings, the gargoyle was galvanized with adoration, for if she had lost this much, it was a terrible vengeance wylla had enacted on the foolish brute who had come back to the cliffs.