Hushed Willows A Silent Retreat

Kirain wasn’t sure what to make of the figure before her. He didn’t appear threatening, but her mind, dulled by exhaustion, struggled to assess him properly. Her muscles finally betrayed her, and she sank helplessly into herself, frustration bubbling up as she cursed her weakened state. The fur along her spine bristled with anxiety as she kept her wary gaze on this Winter’s Wake.

I am Kirain, she murmured, her voice tinged with weariness as the last vestiges of her fight drained away. Come and take your kill. It would be a shame to let it go to waste while it’s still fresh.

She attempted a reassuring smile, though she wasn’t sure how convincing it was. Her body no longer obeyed her commands, leaving her unsure if she projected the calm she desperately wanted to convey or something far less composed.