the book of love is filled with... screaming?

Her ear twitched and she stared sullenly at the horizon line for a few more moment before turning to address her companion. "Our itinerary..." Had they run out of things to do? She wracked her brain. It was too dangerous right now to head back to her den, but her more manic side begged that they make the return trip and bring along more herbs. "We should head back," Luce said sharply, a hint of madness glinting in her eyes. "There are still more herbs to retrieve. Reconnaissance is vital." They were the slavering words of a madwoman, but she would hear no arguments.

Lucretia carefully scaled down the rocks and hit the dirt. She misplaced a paw and stumbled, hitting the ground hard. Thoroughly winded and sore, she stared up at the sky as fine ash rained down. Would this suffering ever cease? If she closed her eyes, she was sure she'd hear screaming - the screaming of the dead from the failed Empire, screams in the distance of Ashen wolves suffering... they were cursed. This land was cursed. Blood permeated the soil. Luce choked on her breath, writhing on the ground in mental anguish. Not again... please... not again.