Altar of Twilight There is no reconciliation

ani was just — gone.
chickadee had fallen into a grey funk that wouldn't lift no matter what she did. she wandered outside the territory, intending to spend another day looking for her sister.
even though she knew it would be futile.
what she stumbled onto instead was so unspeakably violent that her well-loved and sheltered mind could not comprehend it.
the world blacked out, and when chickadee came to, the only thing she heard was the low, broken sound that wouldn't stop pouring out of her own mouth in a low monotone, eyes stretched wide, paws pounding, running until she could not.