Foggy Bottom Way ratero

i couldn't help it

Unbeknownst to Akavir, Wren had trailed not far behind.
A short while after he left, she, too, followed the trail; south, far south, where grassland churned to sand. It reminded her hauntingly of Akashingo.
Akavir sought those who had harmed their pack, and she, of all, thought justice should be served under her watch. If not her, then who else? Eshe? Mae? No. Wren was much too hard-headed for that.
And as these sands grow more and more barren, his scent grows stronger; deep in it now, well into the gulch;

No.

This wasn't real. There was no way, was there? No, no, why had she gone—
You will not let me die in peace?
Something abhorrent, something gravely animalistic burns. Divots cave the terracotta soil and she is not thinking, not thinking as she barrels toward the strange blonde woman and she'd meant to strike her, strike Akavir, do something but her body does not let her, and the strain upon her limbs grows apparent as her feet sink dumbly into the silt.
She stares with eyes blown wide as the turquoise of Silver's seek to strike down Akavir with a lick of thunder. She wishes that she had not come here.