Blackfoot Forest From the glass on the floor

she said nothing. did nothing. nanuralaaq shifted, almost flinched, at the sight of raised hackles. snowwoman was not wanted here, nor were the bearclaw wolves, and though it hurt - she understood. dawn hues were pained, quite clearly, as they gazed upon the darker figure. another apology, soft-spoken, was given moments before she turned.

she walked, now, sullen, back towards the valley, tail low by her hocks.

there felt to be no blood within her body, only stone and remorse.

exit rala!