Moonspear blood of the dragon

The howl fell on deaf ears, the sound registering as little more than just that: a sound. She couldn’t comprehend what it meant, not consciously, but it was enough to kick autopilot into gear. Without even realising what she was doing or where she was going, Yama’s legs carried her towards the gathering of wolves. But, when she arrived, even the sight of them all gathered there wasn’t enough to restart anything; she was absent in all senses of the word aside from physically.

And although she stared in Hydra’s direction, she did not truly see—not her, not her family members, not anyone. Yama was simply not there, not how she’d been before.