What remains

Should she be grateful, offended, angry or glad for the company during the gruesome task? All of those emotions swirled around within Maea... and died away, swallowed by the waves of weariness thst frightened her more than the silence. Nate did not move to help her when she stumbled, but at least he remained to watch her fall... and that was reason enough to stay on her feet. Stubbornness might be the only thing the woman had left now. "Let's drag them outside. There's wood around the back... I need the shed, or I'd just torch the whole thing." Her mouth set into a grim like that might be desperate or merely determined, and set to work. A wheelbarrow helped her bring the wood they needed, and left the heavy lifting of mauled sheep for the tall, strong man to handle. After days in the intense cold of Deepfrost the bodies would still be frozen, but it was still something she regretted having to ask of him. At one point Maea peered into the shed and found the body of the other dog lying half covered by hay. That almost broke her; she cried helplessly with the small animal cradled in her arms, rocking back and forth until the tears ran out and only dry sobs continued to shake her thin shoulders. At this point she couldn't care less whether Nathaniel saw her or found her weak, because it didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered, everything she had ever cared about was gone. What did she have left? MAEA Sometimes darkness can show you the light