Noctisardor Bypass talking to the moon

she had tried to keep the emptiness inside, keep it from clawing back up her throat. but it had come all the same, and at last her mind had sought the reprieve of dissociation. heda could not allow these losses to define herself or her relationship with god; she clung to the goodness in her life and tried each day to see more.
the night was quiet at last, and she drifted through the leaves until the scent of blood tangled in her senses — with that of druid.
hurrying forward, her eyes filled with concern, and her first thought was —
no.
no. this was routine. this was — hunting. yes. no. the bitemark was wolf-torn, and her belly sank so deep she though she might faint.
"druid?" the chill water lashed her ankles as she stepped closer, lowering muzzle to nudge her sister's nape. "druid, what happened?"