I don't know what's going on, but I don't like it

Philomena’s wanderings hadn’t stopped at the range. The girl had begun wandering father and father… until she had begun to recognize some of the landmarks. She was heading home. Her uncle hadn’t made it clear why they never went back to Dragoste, but Philly missed her family. Missed her father, mother, and brother… missed the wolves that lived there. Her heart was pounding in her chest, paws carrying her forth at a rapid rate towards the weeping woods… but before she crossed into the territory Philomena realized that something was very, very wrong.

The girl skidded to a stop, her blood running cold. She could smell many different scents… scents she didn’t recognize… invading her home. Philly swallowed hard, taking a cautious step in the direction of the border. Her ears flicked back, her bright blue gaze questioning what had happened. There was blood… different scent markers than her father’s own. What had happened to him? Surely he didn’t lose Dragoste? Philly felt her heartbeat accelerate. What of her mother? What of Ulric? Were they safe? Were they all…

Anger, worry, and even fear began mixing in the youth’s heart. She scratched at the earth uncertainty, glancing over her shoulder. Did she run…? Or did she try and find her family? Should she get Rikeros first…? She swallowed hard.

For the first time in her young life…

Philomena actually felt afraid.