Bonesplinter Ravine Concrete Halls

The sound of her pacing filled the air, the sharp tap of her claws against the stone, her breath coming in angry huffs. Each lash of her tail cut through the silence like a whip, slicing through the dog's frayed nerves.

Eira's final words caught him off guard, however, breaking through the fog swirling in his head. Tired. Achy. Her words weren’t gentle, nor they weren’t filled with that same biting anger. The shift in tone surprised him, and he swallowed hard, throat tight. For a moment, he could only sit there, blinking as he attempted to process what she had said.

Slowly, hesitantly, he nodded. I... yes, he whispered, his voice fragile, uncertain. I did.