Busticate
v. To break into pieces.
Artemis' POV
Going to the pack lands of my deceased family was quite an experience. The whole journey there was solemn, my uncle just as lost in thought as I was. It was also eerily quiet, which only made us all more tense and alert.
While I couldn't hear any minds or sense anyone nearby, I felt something was off and couldn't ignore my gut feeling.
I was soon distracted from my nagging thoughts by a sudden shift in the atmosphere. I startled, looking around and wondering what had suddenly changed until I realised: we were on the pack lands.
The air was thick and heavy, still filled with the anguish of that treacherous day. What should have been warm and fertile land was dry and barren, forever poisoned by the blood of the innocent.
I looked to my uncle, feeling his emotional turmoil grow the more we walked into the lands.