Bonesplinter Ravine Dead Voxel

Of all the nerve, she thought.

Eira didn’t offer him the slightest mercy from the sharp sting of the poultice burning through his torn flesh—her hands were steady, but her heart, well, that was another matter altogether.  She could feel her jaw tighten, her paws stilling as Hasdrubal explained himself.

Something deep within her, buried beneath the weight of her grief, hesitated. Her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing his face, searching for even the faintest glimmer of deceit...and finding none. Was she disappointed? She couldn’t tell. With a breath, she pulled herself together, keeping her tone measured, though the tension in her chest remained.

I'll think about it, was the icy reply. She would speak no more as she finished her work.