Bramblepoint the one minute

Instead of looking to the dark man beside her, Tzila had her eyes trained on the distant peaks of Moonspear. The crumble of leftover loose, small rock fragments made her heart flinch. She had not been in a close relationship with any of them. Nor did she know anyone there terribly well. But her strongest connection had been with the Queen herself. Even since the very beginning, during the days she ran with the Nightwalkers. Later she had come to forge an even deeper, more personal acquaintance with her, even if it was from a distance.

"To think that she is gone..." Tzila need not voice the name of the one she referred to. With such reverence in her broken voice, there could be only one. Her ears flattened back further, her muzzle wrinkling painfully. "After losing so much..." She nearly choked on her words, yet refused to make this about herself. Not with a stranger. "This land will never be the same again."