Snowforest Taiga black blood

war woman. his woman. sun eater grew irritated because he could not make sense of it. nausea swept him in a hot, clutching wave, and vomit burnt the base of his throat. shutting the fire of that single eye, he lay still and clung to what life remained still existent.

"nagruk call for war?" came the curious croak of his voice. he did not understand why; he remembered only wishing them cursed, and he had not registered the avoidance of his mate when he had made the tartok warrior head beside him.

he did not move. he did not shift again; he only breathed.

"tell me everything you saw." he swallowed; "all you heard."

that she had been with darukaal escaped him, focused entire on keeping breath in his lungs. "gjalla very hurt. throat. neck," he whispered, though some satisfaction found its tinge to his voice, replaced swiftly with a lancing stab of pain from shoulder to gut.