Bramblepoint the one minute

she draws no recognition from wintersbane; at least not here. not now. his mind is in a thousand different directions; split between trying to grasp what is now his reality and the pain shooting through his leg. up until now, he hadn't really felt it but he knew from prior injuries that was largely the handiwork of adrenaline. 

her admittance draws with it a deep stab of disappointment that he cannot help but display as his ears flutter back against his skull. she isn't a survivor and he looks to the destruction once more, heart aching in time with his leg. surely, he thinks; he cannot be the only survivor. i don't know if anyone else survived. he admits after a moment; the smoky rasp of his voice burning his throat; whether it was the words or the residue from the flaming meteor that had hit the spear ...wintersbane cannot say.