Bramblepoint tattugaurat

Amalia had left the suffocating walls of Brecheliant. Just for a small dose of peace and to ease her own guilt. Guilt that was foolish, honestly. She had done nothing wrong by scouting and exploring, nor had it been her fault a cat had caught her.

The wind gathered around the lake and pressed against the downy of her obsidian pelt. Dipping and curling about her, ruffling. It was nice against the itchy scabs along her sides. How she loved these wilds. Despite it all, she loved them.

She froze as a new scent teased her, but one so familiar. Surely not. It couldn't be. Like a thunderclap the days with Natigvik crashed upon her. Tulukiri, Sakhmet, Akumma, Kivaluk. Then Moonglow amd the horrifying incidents there. Oh goodness, of course her past came to her in a moment.

She watched green eyes seering, searching and there he was forward he walked. Her leader, her friend. Or so she had thought. And though a part of her wished to lash out, the biggest part of her cautioned kindness for what was a world without kindness.

Kigipigak?