She wasn’t familiar enough with wolf body language to recognize the challenge, the subtle threat, but something primal seemed to urge her to be wary. Of what, she wasn’t sure, but she knew well enough to trust her gut. This one wouldn’t like… bite her, right? Right??

Her brows furrowed, giving a little sniffle as another drop of blood plip’d to the ground. I don’t know what you mean? What did she see? Snow?? What—? But then he mentioned visions, and her blood ran cold as the air.

I don’t… A vision. How did he know about that? Why did he say that? Did he know why this was happening to her? Was he like—

The metal spike pierced her brain. She didn’t see anything, but she knew. She knew things, she— Pain. Again, and again. I remembered, she gasped, wild-eyed, going a little starry from the pain. She was having trouble focusing, her eyes starting to glaze over, and another drop of blood hit the snow. Then another, and another, the trickle from her nose becoming a steady flow.