The Survivor

After falling asleep for an unknown amount of time, the carriage rocked, causing the sleeping woman and her sleeping pet to jostle.

At that same time, there was the sound of rain and a gust of cold wind hitting both the woman and goat inside the carriage. It woke both of them, and they each turned towards the source of that noise - the open door.

Rache took in a breath at the sight before her.

The man standing at the doorway, one arm on the frame and his face a mask of disinterest, stood in the pouring rain.

Donncahd looked as he usually did. Soaking wet, yet unbothered.

But what made her gasp was not the rain or even the sight of her imposing husband. It was the blood spattered and smeared across his form. And the boy cradled under one of his arms, who curled as small as possible, eyes closed, form leaning into Donncahd's, yet shivering still.

She took all that in within a few seconds.