Blacktail Deer Plateau i will kill you

Saēna's feelings poured out of her like a blood from a nicked aorta draining into the body cavity of a doomed man. Pura struggled to keep up with the feeling in her voice as it crested and fell, but he understood the tale well enough. In her eyes, Peregrine had failed both his pack and his family, but it was not his face that presented itself to Pura. It was Fox's. She took him away from everyone here. She didn't like us. Next to the image of her leering, red little face, Peregrine's barely registered. The burning feeling in his chest swelled, causing the freckled teen to draw a deep, soothing breath just as his sister concluded her story.

Pura had not registered the detail of their combined loss. It had felt like something pressing on his brain - unnamed and faceless, without source and impossible to fight. He had run from it. Now, something moved silently in that vortex, creeping around the perimeter of his skull. Something small, and red.

"She stole from us," he enunciated slowly, furrowing his peppered brow.