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she is going to die here. blood stains her fur bright crimson, dripping down her back in rivulets, and ishmira's vision darkens at the edges as teeth seek out bone. they do not close around her spine, but they shake and shred with the violence of a man driven mad.

fuck.

she is going to die here, with a child crushed beneath the weight of herself and a foolish man. at last the babe's leg snaps, a sharp noise followed by a devastating scream, and ishmira drops him, limbs trembling in her effort not to crush the child. sun eater's assault is relentless, and she is weakly relieved when morwenna steals the boy away.

good.

the children are all that matters now. she bids morwenna to go, leave her. blackfell will come for her, and gjalla.

"mother," she manages through clenched teeth, blood dripping from open mouth.

"go. please."

and through half-lidded eyes she watches her go.

and then, a gutteral cry, a plea.

"black hawk!"