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@Faust // no fancy format on this one bc im on my phone lol

he finds faust at dusk.
snow clings to his pelt, blood crusting one foreleg—dried, belonging to the doe he felled only moments ago. dragged the carcass back, left with @Astier to be properly cached.
his breath fogs, as words rush. morwenna, crimson eyes settle harsh upon his cousin. he hears the beat of war drums within his mind. she and several others have been cast out. there was a battle; traitors and loyalists. she says he’s outnumbered now—what’s left of his band few.
blackfell steps in close, voice dropping into something lower, harder.
he’s exposed. blind. wounded. we’ll never get a better chance.
a pause. his breath curls like smoke.
we strike now. they will not see us coming. his words are that of dealing blood. we can have their heads mounted upon pikes before the sun rises.