Rhiannon
They worked on and on, filling the second sled in much the same manner as they had the first. Rhiannon’s jaw began to ache from where she’d gnawed on too many branches, and she found herself relying more and more on the sharp claws of her ursur shift before bearing down with her weight to snap them the rest of the way off. It wasn’t a clean cut, but it did the job. She wondered briefly if she could saw through the logs with her tusks, but, not wanting to look silly, she refrained.
She stayed quiet as she worked, although she was growing bored and restless - surely they had enough boughs by now - but she wasn’t about to complain, not when this was a task that could protect her home. If recent events had taught her nothing else, it was how important such protection would likely be in the seasons to come.
She stayed quiet as she worked, although she was growing bored and restless - surely they had enough boughs by now - but she wasn’t about to complain, not when this was a task that could protect her home. If recent events had taught her nothing else, it was how important such protection would likely be in the seasons to come.
No one likes a mad woman
What a shame she went mad
What a shame she went mad
