Did it have to be this way again? The same old happenstance that brought such misery.
If only I could have prevented the cold. Perhaps then it wouldn't have snared you.

A helpless rabbit in a trap, I watched you squirm. A sharp spear of ice shattered and pinned you. Yet you struggled wildly. I could not help. Our daughter depended on my temporary survival.

A tragedy. I swear upon it.

You collapsed in the only thing that breathed life into your fading body.
Coulter's Lupine.