Dragoncrest Cliffs dlo nan je

val kept still as mireille tore towards chacal. in his quiet heart came a thrumming of some irrevocable sadness.

here were two graves. the dirt fresh and dark. the ground impossibly cold.

it seemed cruel to lodge them under earth and stone, exposed to a dark world cold and subterranean. but they were dead; val reminded himself of that while hot tears streaked down his cheeks.

it was a small joy to learn rosalyn was not among the bodies. she had been in no condition to fight the bear! ah! his heart wrenched for his mother, so strong in a world of fog and smoke. i can follow her tracks. he offered quietly, standing a distance from the two while he looked in the direction of the blood trail.