Permission from Grey to post. Namir is just observing and is not interfering/interacting unless someone specifically does so.
It was stupid to think that Crow's Crossing was the only place that bad things happened. And she knew, on some level, that wasn't true. Knew more viscerally that Pookastone Scowle wasn't perfect. There'd been that thing with Maeve and her body and the mystery... Crow never thought about it too hard. It made her stomach churn. But still, for all the times she'd lingered on the border looking outwards and bemoaning her itchy feet, nothing had actually pushed the dusty wolf to finally make that leap. Maybe she'd been holding on to some hope that something would work out with the youngsters.
She was wrong.
Namir had been returning from a hunt, dead hare in her mouth, when she heard the kerfuffle near the lagoon. Slinking through dead brush, she crept, careful. Uncertain. Eyes fell upon some of the Archers, and then Bojay, and then Marisol -- far more noble than she remembered the dark wolf to be -- but she. But the big one. The darkest one. Holding the younger one in the water,
what if he drowned? Weren't they family? Brothers, or half-brothers, or--
It was just like Orin and Orisa.
Namir's chest grabbed her heart and squeezed. She couldn't breath. She couldn't-- Wouldn't-- The hare was forgotten, dropped on the shores of the Iridescent Lagoon. Namir didn't know where she was going, or why. She had no reason to turn around and tell anyone she'd
left. No one here even knew her
name -- if they turned on their own, than surely
she would never be safe.
No.
So she ran. She ran until she couldn't.
Exit.