Sunset Valley little bird, broken wing

current day, set about an hour after her interaction with morwenna. @Blackfell

the air is heavy, oppressive 'neath the den's protective walls. ishmira has rested many days, felt once coiled muscle waste away back into soft fat. still the wound at her neck aches powerfully, with a heartbeat of its own. it is during these hours alone ishmira fears sun eater's mark will never leave her.

and perhaps that was his goal all along. to wound her irreparably if he could not get his way. to maim her and not to kill outright. the girl grimaces, looks to her side. somewhere along their journey a white raven began to trail them– not to scavenge, but simply to look. it rests inside the den now, a short distance away. wary and unwilling to leave.

for the time being, she is too exhausted to pay it much mind.

then come heavy, muted pawsteps, a colossal shadow blocking the sun. a brutal stands at the den's entrance, eyes blazing.

softly, she calls to him. he, who would never harm her. he who would fell all of saatsine for her, for those dear to him.

"father."" voice gentle, reverent.