Lost in Sinn

Previously

…The wind seemed to die down, leaving behind an eerie silence, broken only by Grizz’s ragged breaths. JJ lowered her bow, her hands trembling slightly. She looked at Grizz, at the blood staining his fur, at the raw exhaustion etched on his face. He met her gaze, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke. The unspoken question hung heavy between them: what now? The immediate threat had receded, but the war had just begun. The snow still fell, a silent, indifferent witness to the unfolding conflict. Winter had truly fallen, and it had brought with it a fury that threatened to consume them all.