Lion Head Mesa and there's a storm that's raging

Jakoul did not cry.

But she wept, horrible and fierce, in the halls of Maegi. Resigned to the room the woman had once claimed. After she had been cleaned, she clung to all the scents that still remained of Maegi. As if any of it might bring the woman back, hold her closer once more.

Scarcely did she leave the room.

When she did, it was as a wraith.

And this small beast riled something ugly within her. A sliver of violence brought back in place of her loss.

She stared into him with the intensity of her sorrow.