Noctisardor Bypass let slip the dogs of war

She swallowed.

At this time of year, Noctisardor was supposed to be teeming with life. Hunting, gathering strength, doing everything they could to prepare for survival against the harsh winter. Instead they were here, with their leader leaving for days to make arrangements with his abandoned lover and her current pack.

Where had everyone gone to?

She echoed after what Shadow said. "My family, my friends. You guys come first." Crëyr couldn't help but smile faintly at the light touch of Shadow's nose on her cheek, the joke he made strangely enough curling the corners of her mouth upwards.

"You won't be gone like this, Shadow," She said, swallowing once again. "Nah, not like this. Never like this."

The words were on her tongue, but she could not bring herself to say them. Goodbye. Goodbye.