Lost Creek Hollow Hurry before the pain sets in

Gods

She inhaled sharply, feeling the faint pinprick of tears in the corners of her eyes. She drove them back with a steel backbone, her voice faintly trembling with rage as she spoke.

And this was inflicted by a wolf?

Being chased by demons, it was no wonder his mind would leap there if someone who looked like him was what tore him to shreds. Faun inhaled sharply, shaking her head.

No, no, I will determine that when I get there. Give us one moment. The rigid stone of her voice was a development that surprised her, but she knew it. This was the voice of her mentor, a thousand women and men and everything in between who had looked death in its bleak black eyes and told it no, you won’t take this one.

She turned, gesturing for Germanicus to follow.

It would take her only minutes to lead the way to her herb storage, wordlessly passing him a carrying skin, before beginning to yank and pull herbs from her storage. Goldenrod, catmint, yarrow, a sticky bundle of cobwebs, a sheet of moss, everything she could think of as she filled her own carrying skin, then stuffed Germanicus’s, before she would take flight back to the woman.

She would not wait for long. Just until the ally would lead the way.