The Call of the Void

*Orion* · (This post was last modified: 11-25-2018, 12:47 AM by Orion.)

Orion liked this place, mostly. It was interesting to say the least. The fog added a bit of mystique, he'd found several weird sorts of moss and plants he hadn't seen elsewhere. Everything seemed sort of... Quiet. Or rather, quiet in a way that seemed somehow otherworldly. He explored with his tail held eye, stopping frequently to dig and sniff and detour. For all he knew he was wandering in endless circles, but that didn't sound so bad even if he was. He'd spent several hours in his exploration, letting day fade into night, before he came upon the scent of another.

He knew he ought to be finding somewhere to sleep, but his attention was captured. Too late now. The trail told him this wolf was likely a female certainly, but other than that he couldn't be certain. Well, that was definitely more interesting than moss and fog, right? Why not. It was several minutes before her scent strengthened enough for Orion to feel fairly confident that the shewolf was close, but she was such a tiny thing that he nearly missed her lying there on the ground. Her head rested on her paws, and for a brief moment Orion wondered if she was actually deceased. This seemed like a properly spooky place to die, and a cursory glance told him that she was no spring chicken. But her flank rose and fell, and the illusion shattered.

He cleared his throat, and called out. "'Scuze me. You okay?" For all he knew she was senile or addled or something. It seemed more likely than anyone her age coming here willingly and choosing to spend the night anyways. "Lost or somethin'?" If she was he could probably point her in the right direction.. Maybe. To be fair he was pretty lost himself, but the thought of this itty-bitty old lady getting out on her own seemed like even more of a task, so he might as well offer right?

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