Noctisardor Bypass dammit pomegranate

Note to self: set on the 20th with permission.

It welled up from deep inside her, insidious. Druid tried to repress it at first, though she didn’t have much bandwidth left. She stopped resisting and just let it overcome her, though she did make a point to murmur a quiet goodbye to @Heda and the pups first. She wandered off into the woods, so they would not be subjected to the black cloud forming not over her head but deep inside her heart.

Men, she spat when she was out of earshot, the word punctuated by a rare and resonant growl.

Druid stepped broodily into a clearing, her mismatched eyes fixed on a spot just a few yards in front of her. But when her gaze lifted to gauge the weather, they stopped halfway up to rest on Fiona’s face instead. Despite her morose mood, her face brightened at the sight of the healer. Her tail flicked and she strode toward the other she-wolf.

Fiona, how are you?