Phantom Hollow brocktree

Together, the slid the unconscious girl to the ground.

Vaska eased away as the living sister sniffed around the almost-dead one’s body. Assessing wounds? He could only guess. But she dealt with her sister with such tenderness and care, and Vaska tipped his head. His brow flinched for a pained and fleeting moment.

By the time the stranger turned to him, he’d composed himself again.

Composed, as sloppy as that word described anything Vaska did. The girl pleaded, and his eyes grew wide and hard, bloodied fur spiking around his ruff.

Wha’d’you think I am, your messenger boy? He’d helped the girl, wasn’t that enough? If he’d known he’d be thrown to some pack for helping, he’d have let the stranger die.

Even if she had a name.

Even if he’d seen her eyes.

Even if he’d felt her breaths, slow but steady, all the way to the river.

Bloodydamn, he grumbled under breath and he turned a sharp heel towards that sawed off mountaim she gestured towards, fine. I’ll go, and he called over his shoulder, But you’d better stay here or someplace nearby. I ain’t lookin’ for you again.

Vaska out! <3 I’ll get a backdated thread up for him at Brecheliant <3