Herbalists' Cache sleeping mist

this!

this!

madness!

still, he does not fight. blackfell wished not to be the first to spill blood; he thought, if he was not, that morwenna could forgive him for killing the father of her unborn pups. they raged inside her now, demanding to be free and he stood here, trembling with anger.

she did not get to choose! she did not get to choose because his parasites sucked and demanded passage! they would both be lucky if they did not kill her. blackfell raises his scornful eyes, from sun eater to watch as the women flee in the distance, towards the snow shelter, and he swallows his bile.

this.

this.

this is the hardest thing he must do in his life. he takes a step back, paw trembling, mustering the strength it took to not raise teeth to sun eater. another, and he turns, but his smoldering eye does not leave the bastard. this was not the end.

when it did end, it would be in blood.

exit blackfell <3