Dawnlark Plains beware

Mulherin was a calming presence, as was the Ulfhedinn when he arrived a moment later.  Wealda could not break but did take that presence and stand with it.  It helped, especially her brother’s silent understanding.  She nosed his fur in thanks.

They needed to know.  He might or might not understand what she’d done.  It was only what she’d had to do.

Masquerade.  She was wrong.  Did not recognize me.  It wasn’t safe.  And so Wealda had done what was necessary.  In doing so, she knew she had also driven Masque to a likely death.  She did not know how she understood her sister was dying, but if death had a face, it looked like hers.