Snowforest Taiga black blood

sun eater groaned himself awake. to move at all remained a torment, and the throbbing heat of the wounds torn to his shoulder seemed to sear with volcanic rage.

he lay very still, eye refocusing in blurred slowness on the canopy far above his head. distance — no. silence.

slowly glimpses returned, the acrid pinch of herbs, the murmurings of another voice. voices. there was still great danger to him, he knew; sun eater felt the weakness in all his bones, his muscles. he felt flayed, fur tacky with half-dried blood.

sulukinak had not left his side. meleys either. dark fang; where was his brother. but it was his niece he saw first, and together they only breathed.

his voice was cracked when he spoke. "star eater. she is protected? and my children?" but how would the nightfall girl know? still. he needed some word. some word.