Dragoncrest Cliffs the world's grave. not ours.

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the bellow that tore across the cliff was unmistakable -- the very same voice of the demon that had pursued val from iktome to the south.

his insides shriveled in fear.

last time, val had run. he had left raleska and regin and chacal behind, and had fled into the plains. it made him a survivor, but it also soured him -- and he knew he could not always run. not when it meant leaving something important behind.

the clamor of snarls and voices led him to the grisly scene; the blonde-furred monolith dancing around lunging wolves. to the side, a sight val wished he had never seen: raleska, slumped into the dirt in a contortionist's impossible pose. lifeless and beyond repair.

val gulped, closing his eyes as fear wracked his frame. @Chacal, where was chacal? he turned to see erzulie streak towards her, instructing she run. wordlessly, valravn pursued after his sister, casting glances over his shoulder as his mothers, his family threw their lives at the jaws of the bear.