2/8/2025, 9:40 PM
It would be so easy. The dark reaching for her, the cold suddenly feeling warm. It would be easy to sink below, to that place where she would sit in the quiet and the dark, and perhaps never open her eyes again. It would be pitifully easy. Part of her recognized that if she did that, she would die. Die here, again, as a wolf. Never able to chart those new stars. Never able to do anything, sent back as starstuff to those who had crafted her gently with sweeps of clay. Return her back to a sister she did not remember, who she would never remember.
But something stopped that. A nose, nudged against her shoulder. Steren groaned, voice low as it hummed from her mouth.
But something stopped that. A nose, nudged against her shoulder. Steren groaned, voice low as it hummed from her mouth.
Na, mam, gadewch i mi gysguShe moaned out, imagining raising her arm to swat at the woman. But, she remembered attending her funeral only a few years shy of adulthood, and one of her eyes cracked through the layer of ice keeping it closed. Wind howled, snow fell across her back, and there was a wolf in front of her. Black split with sun-gold. She half-giggled.
I am never going to get used to wolves being able to talk.It was meant to be an inside thought, but it left her mouth all the same.
Yes, I can hear you. It’s still very odd.Everything felt so heavy beneath the blanket of snow, and she blinked a few times to reconcile the image around her into one instead of several floating shapes.