Duskfire Glacier Ω Holding onto you while you drag me through stormy weather,

her eyes flickered to the hare, pale and limp against the stone. the scent of blood filled the hollow, sharp enough to stir her stomach, but her body was too weak, too worn. she could not lift her head, not even for hunger.

her lips parted, the faintest tremor in her breath. she wanted to obey, to take the flesh and tear it as she once had. but she only stared, desperate, her ribs rising shallow beneath her coat.

finally, her gaze crawled to him, raw and pleading. she could not speak it, but he would see it plainly enough— that she needed his strength where hers had failed.