It was her fault. It was all her fault. Priscilla lay in her den that night, tossing and turning, as nightmares involving what she imagined Naeva’s form to look like after death confronted her. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to look upon her sister’s body. Hadn’t been back to her den… or to her grave. Guilt continued to eat at her and ‘cilla feared that it was going to consume her. She couldn’t rest while she was awake, tears often marking her cheeks as she mourned for her sibling… ...and at night she barely slept, the nightmares she’d had the past two nights shaking her so much that she woke up in a cold sweat, crying more than before. This nightmare was no different, Priscilla crying out as her sister died before her in her dreams. Her fault. It was her fault. Priscilla sat bolt upright with widened eyes. Tears already shown within them… and she whimpered softly as she looked around the den. She was alone… no sign of her sister’s corpse to be found. “It should have been me…” Priscilla said aloud as she placed her head on her paws. “I should have been there for her… I should have…” She squeezed her eyes closed only to see the memory of Naeva’s face smiling behind them. “I’m so sorry…” ""

Will you love me? He couldn't sleep. She had come to his dreams once, he couldn't dream it again knowing she could come again. Sleep was impossible so he did what he always did to cope. He buried himself in patrols and training his body. It wouldn't happen again. No one would die again. He swore an oath that morning when he helped bury Naeva. If he had to die for that to happen he would gladly throw his life away for them. He was running again. His thoughts and the snow his only company. He wouldn't stop. His paws were burning, his breath coming in pants. He was avoiding certain parts of the borders for good reason. Though he slowed as he passed a certain den. His form slowed to a stop as he looked in at what should be the sleeping form of Priscilla only it wasn't. She was awake and her words had stopped him. "No, If anyone must be blamed I will be blamed. I drove our family apart with my want for truth. I should have just been satisfied, yet I wasn't. Blame me but never yourself." He intruded and barged into her den but as her brother he didn't need an invitation. He cared for them, they should of known that. He just didn't show it. "I'll never let anyone I love die again though, this I swear to you. And our BAstard of a father that caused this will die by my hands for the pain he's caused you, Cel, and Naeva. Je serai l'armure dont nous avons besoin." Even with my dark side?