Blackbeak Bluff and when you wanted love, i bled myself again

@Arturo

they settled under the eaves of blackbeak's frowning cliffs, the sea's waves snarling at their sides. it was strange to sleep alongside the ocean's ceaseless surf again, and caiaphas found she could not sleep.

too many questions, too many loose ends.

the snarl and slap and suck of the tide.

where do we go?

the ceaseless tormenting noise.

had she grown into an inland wolf?

would raleska and svalinn be safe -- ever?

it was not the cathartic jaunt she envisioned, traipsing like roughshod and homeless vagrants up along the coast. it had been grueling and cold, and while her limbs were travelworn and hardened, she knew svalinn and raleska had no such internally built up fortitude. the winter would kill them, same as it had stolen and killed the rest of her family.

overhead the stars, dim and set in distant pools of black, seemed to stare down with pale and uncomforting light, oblivious and indiscriminate to the struggles of the waking world. caiaphas' gaze swept their silvery-studded realm with quiet disdain as she pondered the group's grim future.