Wraith Walking Windward
Steadily, the man moved further South. He started in the furthest North-west corner, so he had little choice in his direction decisions. He had no desire to travel across the sandbar. Frankly, he had seen enough water in the last few months and he was fine with sticking to solid, dry land. He was surprised to find only one pack occupying such lush terrain. Auster was quite a beautiful place.
And strange.
Stones rose into the air, perfectly placed in a ringlet. This was no natural formation. The man of fire knew that must. The ancient creatures that once dominated this land had such strange customs. That was the only explanation he could muster. Something, of great power, had to do these bizarre things. They were quite interesting. Like a moth to the flame, the wolf found himself inching closer.
Deep red eyes caught the flash of a shadow moving betwixt the stone pillars. The wolf's ears perked and he froze. He became static as he took in the scenery. He had not been spotted, yet. Crouching, the man crept closer, his pelt of fire sticking close to the shadows that the stones cast. A mist started to fall around them. Valkorion lost the shadows in the haze. He stood, huffing to himself as he rounded a corner.
He exhaled suddenly, pushing out the startle of coming so close to the creatures he had been half stalking. "Pardon me," his voice was rich and smooth as his eyes flashed from the cat to the wolf. He spoke to the canine, but his attention was more on the cat. It wasn't every day that he found a wolf so at ease with a leopard at their back. The feline was far too laid back to have been hunting the wolf as well. So, curiosity began to peak. "You appear to have two shadows." "Let the darkness sleep"
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