wheels of fate

it was obvious that the dark man saw the cougar as only a threat needing to be put down. Heloise saw a bit different. why was a wolf different than a cougar? they both had their own lives, their own freedoms. they both suffered and cried and even loved. they could reproduce and raise families. why was a cougar less than a wolf? why was a wolf less than a cougar? why did... they have to be different? or at war? why couldn't they get along? perhaps she was more sympathetic than a warrior should be. but she could not help but offer the prayer to the cougar all the same.

it was as they said; one dies so another life lives. she must be thankful for the life given, no matter the circumstances. "I will live" Heloise's voice was stronger as she determined her own fate. turning to look as Fracture pulled back from her, she'd mentally check his wounds. she was unaware if Winterfell had healers and attempted to go over what little she knew before continuing. "what about you?" he seemed to have gotten the blunt of the attack.

her wounds would heal quickly but she was not sure if the man had suffered serious damage to his head. her head would shake, Fracture not understanding her intent. she had met many children in Winterfell so far. they needed the fur more than she did. "the children go before me" she'd insist softly "I will divvy up the pelt to the young so they can warm their dens." whatever was left over, she'd take.

as the pair went to transport the cougar's body, she'd shift to look at him once more. "I only want one thing" Heloise went on to say, her icy gaze dropping to the front of the cougar. "one of the fangs, to fashion into a necklace. so I am reminded of the day I fought side by side with a friend for our pack's life."