Foggy Bottom Way Drain all the blood and give the kids a show

Warmed by their companionship, Candle stepped into the waters while Zoug chewed the mouse, lingering while it rippled around her ankles. This place remained a contingency plan in the back of her mind, a way to remain hidden from the encroaching wolves if the need should ever arise. And perhaps it would.

She watched Zoug wade deeper into the water than she dared, awash with many emotions at once; affection and sorrow, anticipation and fear, so many thoughts of the future and the past threatening to overwhelm her. Sometimes Candle wondered what the others would think of her if they knew what she had done. The violence of it, the blood and the way she had hidden herself in the aftermath. She didn't wonder so much what Zoug might think. Yet she knew that her actions would bring the wrath of the wolves upon them, where before The Tribe might have gone ignored. Might have.

Was that uncertainty worthy of complacency?

A quietude stole over the priestess as she trailed after him and the waters engulfed her small figure. The confession almost burst from her then, in warning more than regret, but the words died on her lips when she considered Zoug again; relaxed, almost frivolous. How many more of these moments would they have?

Besides; if anyone knew, if anyone suspected, it would be him. Maybe there was no need to say it. Candle mimicked him, blowing bubbles of her own before pressing further into the water, where she found a large rock to balance on precariously. For the first time, she stood taller than Zoug! She peered down at him with tail waving and lashing droplets of water all around them. Her head lifted after a moment, gaze searching the rocky formations around the falls for a safe place to climb up. She wanted to see the water up close, though instinct warned her against getting too close.