Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

Nox's command shattered through the air like a bolt of lightning, setting his fur on end—

Search for more! Round 'em up!

He was sick, sick to his stomach as he emerged from cover, watching as a woman—her belly ever-so-distended—brought herself like a lamb to the slaughter. Barking orders in some tongue he did not know;

Was she with child?

Hex panted, guts churning. 

with child

once a child

once your mother

Saliva oozing from the corners of his mouth, he wheeled and scampered into the trees instead, ostensibly following his captain's orders but—

should he?

SHOULD HE?!

A fiery blur on his left, headed toward the fray. Trees. Brush. 

@Tousaint, his heels kicking up dirty snow some distance ahead.

Hex felt himself puke but let it go, vomit sluicing down the sides of his cheek and neck as he stormed after the runaway Sapphique man, unaware of his erstwhile connection to the Montagne. He would chase as long as necessary;

And even longer, perhaps, for his heart could not take this and his soul was

  screaming