The Ghosts of Beverly Drive

It had taken several days to make the trek across the land to get to the gorge she was traveling through. As tired as she was of traveling, she couldn’t help but venture around this new place before picking a spot to settle into. There were surely many more natives that lived within the lands, and packs. She needed to know what she was dealing with, more so than just the information she had gathered from the young girl by the lake. If that meant that she had to travel all over this land, then that was what she would do.

The ground beneath her paws seemed almost too dry, and it seemed like the type of place she where it would be unlikely for her to run into anyone else, but as she traveled, she heard the sound of a whine reach her ears. She pushed herself forward, her pace quickening slightly as she moved to investigate, halting when her eyes landed on the pitiful grey form of a man lying upon the ground. One ear flicked slightly as she stared at him for a moment, her tail raised slightly. “You look as though you wait for the earth to consume your body.” There was a questioning tone to her voice, as even the stoic woman could not hide her curiosity as to how someone could allow themselves to slip into such a condition.