Bonesplinter Ravine Dead Voxel

Eira’s breath hitched, her body going rigid at the sound of its voice. I didn’t kill him. The words, barely more than a rasp, sent a chill rippling down her spine. It wasn’t its voice that caused her to falter, though—it was the sheer audacity.

She gripped the hide in her paw tighter, her knuckles whitening, the harsh scent of medicinal plants and blood filling her nose as she stared down at the creature, the one she had been ready to embrace as son, trying to worm its way out of guilt with a feeble whisper.

She did not like the look in its eyes. Speak again, and it will be the last thing you ever do.