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Though perhaps her search had been temporarily cut off, it had, not at all, ended. The day that had never come, a sheet of bitter and utter darkness, she had kept willingly to the side of @Angier within the heart of her home where it was safest. It became more and more clear the dire nature of the winter. She had not experienced such void nothingness before within the winter and it seemed Angier's words of 'nothing to worry about' had perhaps jinx the Willow Ridge wolves and all within the Lore. For certain, the herds were gone. They had only but what was left in their caches before starvation would take its toll. Their meals had been reduced to a bear minimum, much going to the children for their own survival. Semananti had recently died of bitter cold and injury untreated. Food was not the only thing scarce, but their herbal supply all the same. They had lost many within their group already - Calla, Muerda, Tempest, Narcissa, Semananti... She worried of them, wondered of them and yet, as horrible as it was to say, perhaps it was best they were gone. Bodies would do well within the winter if their was food to find, the numbers taking down anything and everything they could. But with no food, they had less to eat and with such a small pack, perhaps they would make it yet... Elettra had not given up on Narcissa, the last of her Scouts to yet be confirmed dead. She had sought out beyond her pack territory for the second time whilst the snow was only a delicate fall and the breeze was not so bitter. She moved to the edges of the Heights, just east of her homes willow landscape. Any scent would have been long gone though her determination pushed her still. Perhaps it was luck, perhaps it was destiny or the god's hand at crude humor, but within the snows, Elettra Archer finally found what she was looking for... Narcissa Thanos. Only seen due to the early morning winds uncovering her just enough, her dead, sunken and frozen body was no mistake. Elettra pauses as her breath catches, her throat tightening and her stomach knotting. Heart shatters for her. She burned with rage, with pain, with sorrow. She wanted to scream out to the havens and curse them. And she did! Her cries shouting out loud, powerful and heavy with woe for her fallen friend as she, too, falls in the snows at the dead woman's side. |
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