Bearclaw Valley eight seconds

the earth rains down upon Evien in quiet, muffled thumps. they are silent, too, burying the healer, each seemingly lost in their own world. Avicus cannot get the stench of bear out of her nose, and in her mind, she relives the attack upon her own frame with each and every heartbeat.

it could have been me. it could have been me.

eventually, her pelt dull and dusty, she pulls back, looking down upon their work. she casts a brief glance to Aventus, then departs without a word. specks of blood from her damaged paws trail behind her. and she doesn't look back.

but she will be back, if only because the healer's death will continue to confound her for a long time yet.