a þing of splendor

Hani shivered. Her pelt was not nearly thick enough to keep her warm. The icy winds stabbed at her skin. Her eyes eventually leveled off at Katja, looking as if she was about to speak at any moment, but never making the move to actually speak. Her mind was a painful slurry of sharp moments of strong activity interrupted by moments of mind-numbing dullness. It was almost like falling asleep... then waking up by being thrown in a river. It would take a while before her mind would level out without her drugs, but hopefully she could find more before then.

Hani's eyes stayed on Katja. Even as Stori spoke, even as Laufey spoke, Hani remained unflinching. She didn't feel anything besides the pattern of sharp and dull. Her vision zoned into the patterns of Katja's fur. The pack spoke, though not to Hani and Hani didn't hear them. She sat, about to speak, but never speaking. She didn't even know what she would say if she did speak.