Blacktail Deer Plateau ghost.exe

Raleska had only known Harps peripherally, but that didn't mean she didn't care. Another of her packmates had been killed -- now she had been present for not one, but two deaths in her pack. She held her head low, watching as Rosencrantz prowled off.

Her eyes closed. There was just too much lately. Too much of everything. She was so tired, so fucking tired, of dealing with it all. Hate burned in her chest for everyone that had ever caused her or Rusalka any grief -- it smoldered and festered, growing in presence the longer she remained silent with her eyes closed..

A howl filled the air, keening and raw. Raleska turned to Erzulie, her own throat lifted in joining cry. May your soul know peace, Raleska thought bitterly -- while the rest of us are damned to suffer on earth.