its a bitter world and id rather dream

Roan said that he would give his deceased sister the bears heart. "A fitting gift. I'm sure she would appreciate it." Though she was fairly confident that Dapple's soul had gone to wherever souls go, she imagined that souls might still be able to see the world of the living.

Though Roan may have worried about taking the entire kill for himself, she knew that her mother wouldn't want a piece of it. Resin's only decoration had always been her scars. She wasn't one for capes or baubles. The things that she did kill, she gave to others, just as she had given Iolaire the tiger pelt.

Curled up on Roan, Iolaire's eyelids began to droop. He was so soft and warm. The steady rise and fall of his ribcage as he breathed was as good as a lullaby.