Sun Mote Copse with the gold of the richest kings

Betrayal; an odd sort of feeling, unique among others. That strange mix of hurt and anger and confusion and love and — and it was all too much. As much as she tried, she couldn't make herself stop caring about what Keshi had done. It was tied too closely to the fact that she cared about Keshi, and she could never stop loving her friend. Even if she loved her too much.

Too much. It was just too much. Nasamiituuq laid her head on her paws miserably, not seeing the gilded girl who sat along the borders near to where she reclined. She hadn't eaten since they'd last spoken, had hardly strayed from the space she'd designated for herself at the outskirts of the territory. Too much, and not enough energy for it all. She closed her eyes and wept again, eyes already red and raw from the times before.