listen to nick cave

Other wolves may have worried about the sudden silence, but Bylgja did not. She had gathered some moss in her satchel, and that meant she was on the lookout for more of it. Moss, Bylgja knew, could be used to stop bleeding.

It could make good bedding, too, yes, but Bylgja would rather use it for healing.

She drifted in the dark, not making an effort to hide the click of her claws on the hard floor or the swish of her fur as she moved, or the clatter of her axe. Feeling about with her paw, Bylgja searched for more moss. Scraping it free, she pocketed it. The trip was dark but plentiful.