Snowforest Taiga black blood

"maybe i will not," and sun eater was unable to stop the anger and pain which cut through him with the stone tips of many spears. it hurt to breathe, as much for his wounds as this conception of betrayal, and he forced himself to be still.

"sulukinak. i remind you that our moiety can only be through you. hm?" awareness had come to the chieftain, though he could hardly focus upon it at expense of his own. but his niece did not only carry whatever dark blood her mother had given, she carried a lanzadoii lineage tied also to the one which had come before the saatsine.

"i will rest. then i will — choose," a choked sound, an exhale, his hard grip firm upon her paw even as injury cast sun eater once more into epithet's depths and the inanity demanded by healing.