Redhawk Caldera beti

daughter—silktail—have a pack?

it's going to hurt a lot worse. . .

the two voices faded in and out, blooming and ebbing, as he grappled with consciousness. the healer's physical presence against him, though, was a little grounding, and he leaned against her, trying to modulate his breathing.

yes, my daughter, aditya replied. silktail. black. . .white and brown. half a moon old. . .?

god, he wasn't sure.

what was time?

he thought he might die from this.

he began to slump against bridget's ministrations, spiraling into the darkness that yawned at the edge of his vision.