Ioclaw pressed her muzzle against the body of her friend.
"Cruel, they're cruel!" she cried. She buried her nose in Peril's fur, desperate to feel it pushed up by the breathing of her friend. It never did.
Peril can't be dead, she can't be! The prophecy . . . the prophecy needs her!
Ioclaw let out a small cry, tears forming in her eyes.
"Peril, if you can hear me, please answer me. Rust and I need you," Ioclaw whispered, her voice breaking. "Please?"
A small part of her brain told her that Peril was dead, gone for good, but she didn't want to listen to that part, didn't want to believe it.
But it's true.
Only Peril's pelt moved, flowing with the wind. Ioclaw shut her eyes and embraced her scent, refusing to move her muzzle.
"How are Rust and I going to complete the prophecy without you?" Ioclaw murmured. "How are we going to save the Guilds without you? Peril, we need you."
She raised her head slowly, narrowing her eyes. "You left us when we needed you most. Why did we have to come here? Peril, why would you bring us here? Just . . . why? You walked right into your own death."
Ioclaw turned away from the body. Claws of sadness and guilt slashed through her heart.
I should've stopped them, I should have saved her.
But I didn't. This is my fault, not hers or Rust's.
She hesitantly turned her head back to Peril's body. Blood was still dripping from the wound on her stomach.
"I need to go find Rust," she told her, despite knowing Peril couldn't hear her. "We'll fulfill this prophecy, I promise."
Ioclaw stood still for a moment, staring at Peril. She forced herself to turn and walk away.
Peril opened her eyes slowly. She looked up and saw Ioclaw weeping over her. Peril scrambled to her paws.
"Ioclaw, what happened?" she asked. "Where are we? Where-" Peril looked around. "Where are the sabertooths?"
Ioclaw leaned over and pressed her muzzle against something. Peril tilted her head. "Ioclaw?"
Peril looked down and jumped back in shock. There, at her paws, was a body, her body. She looked back up to Ioclaw.
"Ioclaw, it's okay! I'm right here!" Peril cried. "Ioclaw!"
"Cruel, they're cruel!" Ioclaw cried. She let out a small wail. Peril stared at her in dismay. Ioclaw pressed her nose further into her fur.
"Peril, if you can hear me, please answer me. Rust and I need you," Ioclaw whispered.
Peril's fur bristled in discomfort. "Ioclaw, I'm right here!"
"Please," they said simultaneously, Peril's more of a desperate cry.
"Ioclaw, I'm here. I'm right in front of you. Ioclaw!"
"How are Rust and I going to complete the prophecy without you? How are we going to save the Guilds without you? Peril, we need you," Ioclaw muttered.
"I know," Peril protested.
Ioclaw raised her head and narrowed her eyes at Peril's body. "You left us when we needed you most. Why did we have to come here? Peril, why would you bring us here? Just . . . why? You walked right into your own death."
Peril froze, Ioclaw's words sinking in.
She's right, I did walk into my own death. This is my own fault.
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