Blackfoot Forest do you feel ashamed?

a growl. it is absurd; her words she speaks now. he would've killed her by now if she weren't carrying his heirs in her womb.

he is delirious from his wounds and the toll they have taken on him; both body and mind. weakly, he stirs, turning cruel eye upon the outside world. there is nothing but snow. but he can sense them out there. watching, lingering.

stupid bitch, his words are a hushed, hissing whisper. clenched between teeth. they will kill you. then they will kill him. his words come ragged, broken, heaving from him with the effort it takes to speak.

you must not leave! it is not with worry for her he speaks, but for his unborn children.

a paw reaches out to grab her by the face, but he misses, foreleg falling painfully and recoiling against his chest.