Dawnlark Plains darkest hour

The wolf who stared back was not her sister.  Redd was caught in that gaze, and for a moment, there was a palpable tension heavy on the air between them. Violence lay in that space.

Then she broke it with a turn.  Redd watched her disappear with a growing despair.  If this was a punishment for her then it was fitting.  She didn’t resent the malice in Masque’s eyes because it was what she had expected before, having done what she did.  The only injustice was that it was not Masquerade who leveled it.  Her sister did not deserve to lose herself.

Redd retreated within her and, with that, there was only Wealda.  The Rise grounded her.  The Rise was all she needed.  She held no broken unknowable pieces, just a simple and singular vision.  Even still, Wealda lingered some time after, both dreading and hoping to see a figure come back in view.