Stone Circle you shoulda kept your pretty mouth shut

lainie.. 
      

kavik..

 

alpha of uaine gorsedd?

no...that, couldn't be...

she stumbles back a few jerky paces from the easthollow sentries, long tail lashing through the shivering blades of grass. hazed eyes focus blurrily on her figure as muted whispers hit dully against flattened ears. clay, greyback....they tickle at only the fringes of her consciousness before drifting off once more as she grits her jaw anxiously. lainie was, here? but no...

that was all her brain could manage, an increasingly clamouring NO. she'd been there, a shudder shifts through her entire figure at harsh memories of the convulsing earth: the groan and creak of vengeful rock until that thunder as it rained hell on them. she'd woken up alone, because...

"dead..." it trembles forth from dried lips, eyes locked unseeingly on distant peaks. a feverish swipe of her tongue as finally she seems to return to the two figures before her, yet there is an abstracted sheen to bicoloured orbs as her head shakes slowly. "lainie..my d..ad, they died" it rasps forth, haggard and sharp. were they playing with her? memories of that ruby gaze, the rotting stench of the nightwalkers suddenly prowled across her vision; had she made a bad mistake? had those wolves somehow infiltrated here now and wanted only to hurt her further? her teeth grind hard against each other as she tips her chin up slightly, no they wouldn't win.