Duck Lake so i could buy a diamond ring

she lost her leg to a lightning bolt.

thorn's expression was one, vividly, of holy what the fuck --

his gaze slid from the leg, to her -- and back to the leg again.

how?

"you are lucky." he commended - of course, was she lucky to be struck? not in the least -- but she had survived. thorn had seen trees hundreds of years old and six hundred times her strength, blasted to blackened cinders by the wrath of a bolt. "you must be quite strong." it was not in jest that he said this, either -- if anything, a faint hint of awe tinged his tone -- for he was standing before a wolf that had survived the inexplicable, and somehow, had only lost something as inconvenient as the tip of a limb.