[OctogalNotSus]

"Blue?--"

They recognized the severed head that was on the bridge. 

Because of their confrontation with another student, they were dizzy and fragile but when they approached the head, they were sure that it was really Isaac. 

Their stomach churned and the cat could not stand it: their body rejected their last meal, puking just below the river. Amarant had been vomiting in the water while their hands were shaking, they coughed when they was trying to compose themselves but their mind refused to look at Isaac's face. 

Touching him seemed like the toughest, most impossible task to do. 

Amarant doubted that it had been a work of the beings of Shadowmire. From experience, they knew that they had a whole ritualistic tone and they wouldn't let a head roll down the bridge.  This wasn't one of the ways they had to punish anyone who invaded their forest. 

Many unanswered questions came to Amarant's mind, in addition to physical and now psychological fatigue.

They lost a friend.They don't even know how it happened... 

The felinae were tired and just went to the blue wolves' dormitory, holding the head in their cloak in her lap when they sat on their legs. 

They held the cloak and their face with all the care that would fit them. Their head was down and they were just waiting for someone to show up to meet them. Amarant would remain there for a long time if they had to wait for someone who was a friend of Isaac.