SOS

Silently the phantom trails along the borders of Imperium, her small form cloaked by the thick fog that engulfs the soulless forest. Tonight is eerily stilled, especially without Marco following her every move. The moon is hidden behind dark clouds, and the humid air smells like rain. Perhaps her scent would remain faint enough for the alpha to ignore... But strong enough for Nagendra to pick up. She came here with hopes that he would smell her perfume and come to the border on his own. She doesn't want to call for him and his alpha show up instead to investigate. Answering questions wasn't on her agenda, but asking for his help was. He was one of the few wolves in Alacritis she somewhat trusted, so hopefully he would be willing to help her search for Marco. If luck was on her side maybe he had seen Marco and could point her in the right direction. Even if he said no it wouldn't hurt to ask.