Blackfoot Forest and dawn comes

currently present: @Gjalla @Meleeys @Marina -- @Stærk's death thread -- otherwise all welcome! continued from 1. do you feel ashamed? and 2. battle

the squawk of the raven. eerie, the tolling cry of death's bell. black feathers flying to sky when wings flap in thundering agitation, heralding the arrival of something foul.

one-eye.

the acrid strench of blood and bile; rancid, clinging to his nostrils like a plague. for a moment, he buries his nose into the thick of his chest fur, reeling himself to step at the side of gjalla. pressing black fur to raven fur, bristling at the sight that unfurls.

dead man walking comes crawling from beneath the fallen tree. squeezing a drenched, freezing and malnourished form through the crack; blackfell winces at the sight. wounds pulling taut from the pressure, ripping open scab, bringing blood pulsing in steady streams. blanketing the snow.

the woman is nowhere in sight. had the fucker killed her?

it is several seconds of displayed shock that freezes all in attendance at the grim sight. then, war is on. a snarl bubbles from the lips of the woman at his side. the wind is chopped by the macabre sound of the raven cawing, twisted laughter. stark is a cornered beast baring fangs, and he launches first. boldly seeking to claim gjalla's throat in bloodied mandibles.

blackfell acts. seizing the man by the scruff, hauling his weakened, battered form upwards. take his throat.