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Ash’s POV: Shifting helps somewhat, but the pain’s still there. Like a constant reminder of who I’ve just lost and may never reclaim again, since she doesn’t seem to be healing the way she should. Dipping my snout towards her prone figure, I can tell the ligature marks from where the rope had been tight enough to snap her neck were still healing, but why so slowly? Even by human standards, it seemed too slow. What was happening to her? I whine softly, having relinquished all control over to Storm in a way to attempt to escape the pain still enfolding me. Drowning me the way she tried to do to herself. When I’ve done that I notice he keeps sniffing around her, trying to ascertain if she’s still alive, and howling each time she remains dead. Dead and unresponsive. Howl after howl tears out