Blacktail Deer Plateau One With The Dirt

Grayday's limbs felt leaden. The curse is real, he thought to himself. It's real, and it killed her. Part of him couldn't believe that his daughter had been right, but standing there, the smell of fresh death in his nares, Grayday knew that he'd believed for some time, now. He just hadn't wanted it to be true.

"Come out, Pema," said the leader, his voice weary and his tone harsher than he'd meant it to be. But she was young, and the silvery male didn't want her to see more death than she needed to - didn't want it to fester away at her youth.