Silver Moraine Sitting here in the afternoon,

On her way down, she caught sight of the bandage on Anselm's head. Had he committed this senseless violence upon that other wolf, too? Is that why his body now slumped wordless and whimpering on the floor? After the third blow, she lost count. She closed her eyes to protect them from wayward claws and clasped unwavering around what little purchase she had found, holding tight to whatever hope might be on the other side of his bones.

Life had a way of being truly ironic — soon, she knew she would lay unconscious on the stone floor alongside this unknown kin. For now, she fought blindly, waiting for an unlikely opportunity to gain the upper hand.