Dragoncrest Cliffs Gleypa

Anguished cries. Breaths taken, shock holding voices at bay. None answered her. She could hear wolves, but not being able to see them was making her useless. 

She plunged her face again and again into the snow so she might have a chance at clearing the blood from her vision. Hazily, she could pick out others. Val, lying still; Wing panting, she’ll-shocked. Theo injured, but breathing still. Jorunn prone, but breathing. And then- 

To Erzulie, whose motions had fallen still. The choking sounds she’d heard had been her mother’s final breath. She moved to her mother’s side, and gazed with tear-filled eyes into her mother’s glazed over expression. She lay beside her mother, and moaned. 

An unfamiliar wolf approached- one with a golden pelt, who knew Val’s name, and Erzulie’s too. She stiffened and growled softly at him but in her battle-wearied state, she did not have the energy to chase him out of spite. Not when he was offering help. She stood vigilantly beside Erzulie. 

She watched him with a skeptical eye.  ”Who are you?” she croaked, a rumble in her voice.