Bonesplinter Ravine Dead Voxel

Despite the bitterness that coursed through her veins, despite the tears that threatened to spill over from the reservoir of grief behind her eyes, Eira listened. She did not know why—why she did not take a paw to his throat and silence him once and for all. Perhaps it was that small, stubborn corner of her heart that had begun to doubt Herod, or maybe it was the nostalgic part of her that couldn’t bring herself to ignore that faint possibility of truth.

Still, she did not meet his gaze. Instead, she only paused her violent scrubbing, her brown eyes staring hard into the tear in his thigh. She watched the blood bubble up, small dots that could hardly be called pinpricks pooling together to form droplets, which further formed small puddles of the thick red substance.

Her mind traveled to Juno.
His final moments.
She wiped the blood away.

It was Hasdrubal who broke the silence again, and Eira turned to him, expression curdling into one of revulsion. I'm well aware of who you were traveling with, pig, she snapped, each word dripping with venom. Her paws moved with renewed purpose, though there was no tenderness in her touch. She poured a poultice of crushed herbs into the open wound, deliberately skipping anything that might ease the sting. Let him feel the burn. He deserved that much, at least.

You're right, you have no right to ask anything of me, she added sharply.