Redsand Canyon Heartbeat

War would indeed follow Nyra to the world’s end. They hadn’t known each other for long, but long enough. Nyra had seen every side there was to War, and she assumed she had seen much of Nyra too. Loyalty, power, a specific kindness that some may overlook, but it was there regardless. A kindness to her packmates, a kindness to her own. The ones that mattered.

"Continue to show me your strength."

She needed no more. War nodded and the water from her pelt kept on dripping like a ticking clock, War had never felt love before, love of any kind really. It was beyond her reach to feel it at this point, she had seen and done too much to ever feel capable of love, the executioner killed without question with no regard to life. One who did so could not love, could not be worthy of love. However, should War ever feel love it would be for Nyra.

”Always.” It was a promise.