Verdigris Ravine Wight

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Candle nodded, her eyes filling with tears all over again as she recalled all that wolves had done to her. Horrors that could not be quantified, not even in words.

There were no words to express the feeling of being helpless, of seeing her sisters' blood turn the soil dark and hearing their screams shudder into the horrible rattling sounds of death, of being spared laughingly because her tormentors found humor in her shrieking.

There were no words to tell of the seething hopeless rage of being chased from one place to the next, starving, unable even to scavenge for fear of being accosted.

There were no words to hold the hatred that swelled in her heart, malignant, consuming. 

But maybe S'ari could see it in her eyes.