Black Morass upon restlessness;

"enough to carry these things. perhaps a rabbit?" agrippina did not want to hunt. such things were in the natural order of wolf and life, but that period of desperation during which even the girl's best efforts could not save her mother — it turned the act of stalking prey into something miserable.

however, she let none of this cross her face and began to look around, trying to spot movement despite her deep revulsion around this deeply natural state.