Silvertip Mountain the raven

she stares at Astara, and her breath, her heart, comes faster and faster. you noh' righh, she remarks, shaking her head. wha' happen? 

the ebony coat is dull, the twin of her gaze glazed over. Avicus feels her knees becoming watery and pulls close to her mother again, pressing against her, as if her frame can support Astara and keep her upright for as long as necessary. for forever.

new pup, she remarks, and smiles. i mehh' her. she moves her head to meet her mother's eyes directly, nonverbally expressing her approval.

fierce, like them. like them all.