Ankyra Sound Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

She watched them, and her expression did not change when Wylla dismissed her concerns.  She still didn't trust the woman not to turn on her after the animosity on the borders, but it seemed the cliffs were no longer an aim of hers.  This was good to know, though she filed it away for when she could care a bit more.

It occurred to her she might warn them about the bear, at the very least.  She opened her mouth to call after, but then paused, confused. No... the bear was dead.  The memory clarified, and she felt a sinking feeling as again she beheld the blood on the beach, recalled her daughter's body on the stones.

Let them go.

She turned without word and began to walk away, back towards the cliffs, but froze and stared back at the damn cave one more time.  I can't forgive you.  But watch out for her.  Her voice broke, and swiftly she whirled and began to run.

Unless they stop her, Rosalyn out! <3