misty hills and twilight
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The mists unlike fog did nothing to dampen the sounds of nature in the woods about her. She had been staring off into the hills as the crisp crackle of footfall in the leave sof autumn met her ears. Perked forward almost instantly the woman raised her head quietly as she gazed around. She hadn't really expected anyone to be so close to the packborder unless they were looking for someone from the lands, but it seemed she was wrong. Her eyes watched the ghostly figure passing through trees as the Matriarch almost instantly felt her hackles raise, a soft growl growing in her throat.

She had no clue who the strange shadow was but a looming feeling was overshadowing the leader as she rose to her feet and moved quietly among the trees to watch, to make certain that the shadow stayed beyond her packs borders. The whispy strands of mist were softer and thinner the closer she drew towards the wrath in the woods.. the closer she drew the more she realized what she was following. The scent that finally greeted her once she crossed his path made her call out, "Laruku?" in disbelief to the shell of a man she once thought she knew but never did.


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