The war is over

Her disorient was quite real. The youth had lost some blood, though the injury itself was not so bad. It stung, and it only bled so much when her stride was too long. It had scabbed over at least, but she wished to open it so that the Mother could cleanse it fully. Leucothoë did have knowledge of herbs, and would help how she could. The issue was that herbs were difficult to find... but some were coming to, now, in Springs first bloom.

Leucothoë saw the wolf ahead, noting her somber mood. It was one shared. Not yet did the sterling youth approach her, first moving toward the Sea. Leucothoë still did not know who exactly it was they had lost, not realizing Kevlyn had left the sound at all. Turning her head to nip open the sore wound, Leucothoë then slid into the waters, wincing at the burn but knowing now, she was in the Mothers hands.