It could be anything, out there in the woods, but he knows it's not. Faceless fox, badger, wolf. It is none of these things. It is closer to home.
"I'll hunt that thing down," he says, expecting her to laugh. She does not. Sablepaw is always surprising him these days.
"Bring me back its head," she says. He blinks, but of course- he won't deny her this, brutal and bloody as it may be.
He came out a little different, this time. A little braver. A little sharper. She was born again full of fear, the fears of a dead life, but he only has a sweet ache for revenge. That thirst haunts his dreams, dogs his steps, demands to be heard.
Anything, he replies, but he doesn't yet know what that means. He doesn't remember.
a lil happy birthday side piece to the That Which Never Happened, And Never Will Be au.