Snowforest Taiga black blood

he smelled it now.

darukaal, and the man from the meeting of clans. 

darukaal. darukaal.

his jaw ground hard; eyelid fluttered with a sudden scorching rage he dared not put to himself. he rejected it. he rejected the image his thoughts created, and staved away with hard arm the idea of — of such happening a second time.

an intake of breath scoured his throat. "not her. gjalla. sister."

resisting even now the tiniest possibility.

"blackfell chose not to fight. he left the night star eater's pains began. i went to black hawk. she chose to submit, and i sent her away with the new tartok, kukuvrak, to follow one who invaded the cache."

an effort to speak; sun eater rested in his malaise and new sickness, his confusion. "i need a report." but he would not ask her to leave, and did not wish her to leave.

"gjalla was still a part of the sun clan when we fought. why —" would any warrior have gone to darukaal? why would his wife?