Cassiopeia's View The hand of Gods

The man spoke plainly enough. A star had fallen somehow, crashing in to the mountain and obliterating a portion. It sounded fantastical, unbelievable. Ibis stared at the darkening sky while trying to understand exactly what had been detailed but she could hardly fathom it. The twist in her stomach gave way, bottoming out completely.

There are families there, she says, not knowing for certain if this is true but, Kukutux had mentioned a daughter at the very least; a stranger's daughter and a stranger's family could not mean more than her own, Ibis reasoned, and yet — wolves call that mountain home. And you stand here, watching it fall apart? She is incredulous; she is disgusted, awe-struck, all of these things at once.

She is also, unfortunately, frozen in place. Afraid to move towards the shadows in the sky. No, Ibis found herself yearning to see her own daughter. They need help. She says, voicing a thought as if to coax her limbs to move - only to stagnate.