Snowforest Taiga black blood

Whatever frenzy had possessed Sulukinak had ebbed as she'd come to this pleading conclusion, and was further relaxed from her—or maybe just tampered down—when the chieftain made his declaration. It was good; she would stay, he would recover, there would be no losses and she would never be alone again. It would all be fine.

What blood?

What? Oh.

Her gaze fluttered as she recalled again. I don't know. Lots of it. Not like your wounds, I don't... I don't think. I didn't see, but I smelled it. Hyperfocus had shifted in that moment from Sun Eater dying beside her to the brief but pungent taste that had dominated the air; but it had come and gone like a strong breeze.

And then her eyes were wide again, except they were bright as if something had illuminated them; a thought, a memory sparking to recognition. Darukaal. It was the smell of the glacier. Had she been nose-blind to it? There had been so much blood, and Sulukinak herself carried the scents of Faust (as well as...)— Why would she go there? Did you fight—did she do this...?

Sulukinak grew agitated again, quaking where she lay, urged to lift herself up but only to sit and to bristle there. A look of deep confusion fought the anger she now felt, and she did not know what to do with that either.