Was it a dream, what she lived before? The ways she dies over and over and over? Every time she's died, something has happened. She can't remember it all, but there are patterns. Her face shifts slightly, subtly, as she recalls smoke in her lungs. Over and over and over.
"I die in all of them." Tyr's the only one who's ever believed her, she knows that much. But, if he believes himself to be a God, then of course he'd believe her about her dreams. "And it's only death. I never see anything else. Whenever I dream about death, someone dies." She stares at her paws for a moment. "I... I sometimes remember, before I came here, that I wasn't a wolf." Two lives. One as a wolf. One as a girl. And it's hard to see which one is real.
"And in both, I think I really did die. Both in my dreams, and for real."
something stronger than words
something stronger than empty air we breathe
when weaker is all we seem to be