[RQ] wind through bones

Deimos

Evie put his ideas into words far better than himself; to be expected, given who they were. He watched as she traced around the tree, at home and familiar with the woods no matter where they seemed to roam, and he waited with a tilted head, conspiring amidst the actions. “We can take them. Not much goes to waste here.” A wink extended, considering how each and every bough could be disassembled along the sled, perhaps placed or strapped down on top of the layers of timber. Maybe he could have Zuriel assist in carrying them along saddlebags, rather than simply forcing her out into the tundra for exercise. The Citadel citizens would be grateful for them nonetheless; fires always needing to be fed.

Neither could remain idle, so as she slid along and began to work, the Sword took one of the farther trees. Patting its trunk with his gloved hand, he felt the death and demise through its lifeless, soulless entity – the lines of decay threatening. Its days gone and done, with another cycle to begin; rebirth and renewal in its own justification. With an unfurled breath, much like Evie, he concocted the Mastered ends of his earthen incantations, beginning to peel apart the layers, bit by bit, plucking at the roots as though they were strings.

As her tree fell, so did his, with a resounding crack as it broke away through tundra plain.

we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts