Hushed Willows dead of night

It was over, just as quickly as it happened.

His late arrival to the scene spared him from injury. He quickly deferred any attention towards him to the others involved. Now he sat in the glade beneath the ledge at the summons of Boone.

Of course. It wasn't truly over, was it? The intruder was no more; fresh snow now covering his remains. But there were still damages to address.