you looked at death in a tarot card
The titan followed after their teacher, listening to her tell stories of the motherland and her adventures over the years. It was always nice to spend time with her, no matter the reason. Olya had a kind spirit that they could never tire of. It helped that she didn't mind giving them their space most of the time, only summoning them for lessons and celebrations. This was one such occasion, and Divo didn't mind going with her to the pack in the east. As they arrived at the borders of the pack, it became obvious that something strange was going on. Brows knitted together in confusion, the young wolf lowered their snout toward the ground to test the scents. Granted, their skills were meagre at best when it came to tracking. "What do you sense here, child?" Olya questioned. This meant that they were not only to use their five senses, but their sixth. The frown upon their features deepened, tuning out her song while they sought out the spirits of the area. Mismatched eyes fluttered closed, only to squeeze shut when they were met with emptiness. Nothing came to them right away. The champagne youngster strained to find something. "I think the spirits have abandoned this place, teacher." they murmured warily, glancing about. The only way to be sure would be to consume an aid, allowing them to step closer to the thresholds of the worlds. "Are you worried?" They questioned, head low so that they spoke into her right ear. Their forelimb brushed against her shoulder, seeking comfort in the form of physical contact. The pallid wolf searched her features, trying to discern what she was thinking at the time.
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