I was so unfathomably tired of death.
The pale rider and I knew each other intimately. We were partners in a dance I no longer remembered the movements for, one I wished would end already but knew never would.
There were so many fallen wolves. So many families to contact, so many devastating blows to land.
Just as many, if not more, witches littered the ground.
They had friends, I’m sure. Families that would wonder where they were or if they were ever coming back. They would be mourned by someo