Dragoncrest Cliffs from grueling anxiety

your daughter
her soul is at peace now
the dip of njord's crown against her shoulder.
absently, automatically, erzulie reached to preen along his cheek, soothing him as much as herself with the familial gesture between wolves of the same clan. "you loved dem as much as any of us," came her soft voice, hoarse with grief, tears chained back behind the words. "we will learn toget'er."
rosencrantz. regin. had he ever known? would she ever return?
she was so young, and the snows were so high — a choking sound low in her chest. "it was hardest to lose regin. wid de ot'ers, we knew. but wid regin —" 
voice trailing into nothingness.