Northstar Vale pale widows

the doe had died - weighted by finch and stigmata; bled by takiyok; suffocated by mahler - before the ironstar noticed what finch had paused in their harrowing pursuit to witness. the deceased form of their one-off companion, whose crumpled body looked kinder than what the wolves of diaspora would have likely had done to him once this hunt was complete. he had not earned any of their respects in his efforts, but his prime had been well-rewarded by a swift death.

stigmata could only hope for so much.

he turned back to the treasures of the living, relief swallowing him as he saw to it that his mates were well and full-bellied.

): i wanted a twin *pouts* - hopefully everyone's ok with ending this here <3