Noctisardor Bypass talking to the moon

Druid thought she had until morning to come to terms with her own mortality. She startled when Heda materialized like a specter, swiftly splashing into the water to fuss over her. Druid found she couldn’t speak for a moment, still overwrought from the ordeal and woefully unprepared to break the news to her beloved sister.

She considered delaying or even fibbing, though Druid was too discombobulated to tell anything but the truth: I was attacked. The wolf was mad, Heda. Her gaze found Heda’s in the darkness, settling heavily there. Do you know what I mean when I say mad?

Druid still couldn’t think of the word. Scabies? she thought wildly, though that didn’t seem right. Etienne or Fiona might know, if they were here. Yet as far as she knew, it was only she and Heda. Dark toes flitted through the shallows to find and grasp a delicate, pale paw.