Re: Locked: Snow/Red
[Heavy, dark ink. Quick and desperate.] But men who walk with wolves may be wolves themselves. Don't you see? The ones in the woods are the worst, will trick you and trap you and steal the ones you love and make y-- [The word breaks off in a sharp streak of ink, like she couldn't keep writing any more. A stain of dirt covers both pages, settling in a line along one where her own page has folded over to trap the forest floor dust.]