How could a cold-hearted killer ever redeem herself? The Artificer, whose children were murdered, now finds herself staring down two innocent children of the very species that killed her own kittens. So now, she must decide between her motherly instincts... Or her bloodlust.

Around it, frozen pillars shudder in the driving wind. Ice and snow encrust spires of jagged metal. Desolation abounds here. There is not much left. There never was. [Saint campaign retelling.]

First reason would depart from him. Sanity, then thought. His puppet would lie ten thousand cycles in the darkened chamber of his cell as the rot crept closer.

You see those characters? You see the rating? Yea, this is about what you expect it to be.

Title says it all. Just two mortal enemies hiding in the same shelter during the rain. Rated M for a reason, we're sure you're smart enough to guess why -.-