Imaginary Nightmares [AW]

Irie wasn't quite certain why she entered these woods. Every instinct screamed against it, yet, she did not know. She knew the stories - knew the tales, the danger, the sightings of ghosts of loved ones and friends that were common here. Perhaps it was because she did not truly lose anyone, or so she hoped. It'd been so long since she'd seen her family... maybe they weren't all okay?

The wolf shuddered at the thought, even as she realized that it was the woods themselves that caused the thoughts to come into her head. Why wouldn't they be okay? The Diamachi were strong wolves, well accustomed to being independent. They were all okay... right?

The thoughts beginnning to evade again caused Irie to growl, even as a call rang out in the woods. “Rhys!  Rhys is that you?  Hey, wait up!” Her ears swivelled around to what she percieved was the source. Was she imagining that? No... she couldn't have. She did not recognize that voice, nor the name the lady - or so it sounded like - called out. Determination filling her heart and mind, she set off towards where she heard the call.

The girl wasn't that far away from Irie, so the wolf discovered after picking up a rather strong and real scent trail. "Hello?" she called softly, her voice holding a different accent than that of the girl. Even as she called out, she spotted the wolf. A beautiful, dark coat was marked with white markings, simple yet pretty. The yearling looked so sad, her ears folded back and her tail down. Sympathy softened Irie's heart, but the woman had always had a soft spot for younger wolves, especially pups and yearlings such as this.

"Are you alright, young one?" She couldn't exactly say little one, seeing as the wolf was quite a bit taller than her. She scented the air quietly, nostrils flaring as she picked up... only the stranger's scent. Oh no, poor dear... she must have seen a ghost. A deep sadness entered Irie's eyes as she regarded Dagmaer - of course she wasn't alright! Still, it was too late to retract the question. Oh, all Irie wanted to do was to comfort the poor child.


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