The Unraveling - Going Deeper

Damira scowled at the stranger, it was so easy to be judgemental when his attacks hadn't done a thing to the worm. What use was he? Perhaps he ought to feed himself to the worm at least then- more were injuried, another died. Damira hadn't felt fear before, had no reason to be afraid of anything back home, but in the brief moment after a death, in the silence she felt...Cold. More alone than she had ever been before and would ever be again. It settled in her bones; a sense that she should never ever feel like this again, that she would do anything and everything in her power to be safe. In control.

Scrambling out of the way, Damira dodged the falling shards of ice and the still warm, oozing remains of the wolf it had bitten in half. Not even a clean cut, messy and jagged and- she shook her head, dragging her mismatched gaze away.

Joining the others, she grabbed a hold of an icicle and threw it like a spear, as hard as she could.