The Well

A flash. A cut. A promise.
Ismay's bloodied blade raises, and a hound departs the circle.
A flash. A cut. A promise.
Her shaky hand gestures, as another disappears into the misty undergrowth.
A flash. A cut. A promise.
Warm blood gushes from her hand, as she raises a weak arm once more. The last hound withdraws from the small clearing."

Tried out two tones, not sure which I like. There are different reasons why I liked both. My boi pairs it up with some good good words.