Run from the storm within

"Eska"

He mulled over her words, eventually asking if their mother was the reason that she was here. Eska gave a slight nod. "I've been searching for her for quite some time." With the feathers plucked away, the woman's teeth tore through flesh into the tender breast meat of the bird. She didn't get blood or gore on her face. Only a subtle ruby tinge on her bluish lips. Eska was careful and thoughtful with her bites.

"My condolences for what you and your family are going through. I've heard that she used to be a great wolf." Unfortunately, Eska didn't know anything more than what she'd heard in stories from her aunt Balaa. According to the woman, her mother was strong, just, defended the weak. She was a hero to some and a cleansing force to others. Eska never got to see any of that with her own eyes. This patchwork boy... he knew more of her mother than she ever would.