Sunset Valley Tell it to my heart,

morwenna did not speak at first. not truly. she only let her head fall to the curve of his shoulder, the warmth of his fur soaking into her bones where no sun had reached in days. for a long moment she said nothing at all, her breath trembling as it pressed against the line of his throat.
then, slowly—ruthlessly—she began.
sun eater had his putrid members want to take my pups, she whispered, words like coals on her tongue. didn’t give me the choice. he said it was to protect them. but it was never for me to decide, was it?
her voice did not rise. it sank, like a blade pressed lower into the gut of a story that tasted of rot. meleys—cunt that she is— made a move. childless. she looked at them like they were prizes.
the name came next like a blessing, one offered in a near breath. black hawk fought. she stood between them. ridgeback—ksura took fa’liya. she glanced over her shoulder to fa'liya, sleeping.
but her voice cracked then. her throat went tight.
other shore... she’s hunting ghenaya. a pause. she still believes she can find her. i—i let her.
she did not say ishmira’s name. couldn’t. didn’t know if she’d lived or died, and the not knowing gutted her worse than any wound.
and c’ed’e... her breath hitched, and she pulled in tighter to him. was left.
then, finally: caan’s leg was fractured. crushed when sun eater—when that thing—tore into ishmira. the boy was still in her mouth. he didn’t stop. didn’t care.
her teeth clenched, jaw trembling, and she bit the rest back. her tears were dry now, nothing left in her to cry. only fire. and the scent of milk.
she turned her face into his fur. i want his head, kol.
and she believed he would get it.