Dawnlark Plains θ

it is hard to make himself move any further from the cache when he wants nothing more than to turn and go to war. to fight, to cut down any and all who sought to oppose morwenna. that began with sun eater. he feels a deep, dark grudge in his chest. it was wide. it would last for lifetimes.

blackfell watches with careful, quiet eyes that betray nothing. the man with bear hide slung over his shoulders comes and clasps a hand over his shoulder. blackfell sniffs, eyes flashing as they drop from top of head to bottom of jaw. he will. blackfell says, gruffly. it is matter'o'fact. sun eater was restless and he would go to take what he wanted, when he wanted.

there was only satisfaction in knowing that blackfell would take with him two of his strongest, if black hawk was not forgiven for what he would see as insolence. a flash of teeth; a smile, but not born of kindness. born of a tension caught in his throat and chest. they walk and blackfell casts a final glance in the direction he had come from. expecting warriors at any point to come, to try and dispose of him, as the man had done with morwenna's brother.

perhaps he was smart enough to not—for they would not return home.