Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

before lafayette could say anything further, the malevolent beast he'd been eyeing began to charge his way. paws skidding, he tried to evade the onslaught, but found himself caught short as teeth snared his nape and held him fast. 

he felt the vibrations of the words against his throat and shuddered, even as he snarled and writhed to escape his captor. 

his gaze flitted between his mother and cousin: one resigned, one defiant. and while he understood chani's desire to fight on, icy fear bloomed in his stomach, and shot through his guts and veins—

he didn't want to die. he wasn't ready.

all he could see were val's gummy, lifeless eyes,

color so like his own.

manman, he whimpered, feeling utterly helpless in the wake of this calamity.