Nova Peak Splitting

A resigned look crinkled her features, and she felt an enormous sense of exasperation, defeat. She wanted to discuss it, the rippling, the true rippling inside their skull, but they would not hear her. Or perhaps could not. She saw the proverbial ripples, even if Masquerade could only feel them, yet she didn’t know how to say it properly; there were only strange phrases rattling around inside her that the others didn’t seem to understand. Speaking plainly felt like a task – her mind wandered away from it until there was nothing but quiet between them.

She looked away from her sibling, twitching an ear at the mention of another wolf named Prophet. There were questions in her thoughts, mainly about why the wolf no longer lived among them, but it made her think of Avicus and how she had been gone too. Her heart hardened to the matter, and she remained tight-lipped until Masquerade asked what she would name herself.

My name is not alive, she answered, childishly sighing again as if it were a great pain to respond. It is dead. Something dead. Her eyes swiveled back to Masquerade and she smirked. Can you guess it?