navigating the fog

She was slowly trying to come to grips with the fact that every week and month that passed, she was shedding and the fur was growing back… glowing. And it was only intensifying. It was a long time since she’d seen Ignatius, but from what she could remember, she was beginning to rival his light in intensity. When the hell would this stop?

She’d become aware of the marking that was growing in around her left eye when her father had finally pointed it out—well, Red had noticed first, but she’d dismissed the initial scattering of color as maybe dirt or something. But now the outlines were defined, and it was filling in, darkening.

She couldn’t deny… it had been a very… strange year. An Eruption, her own physical changes…

A brush of fresh scent touched her nose and she paused in her patrol through the miasma, head cocked before a smile settled on her features as she placed the scent. One of Torin’s daughters. It wasn’t Lilli, but it was definitely one of his girls, and her path diverted immediately toward the wall, paws treading lightly.

She slid from the fog like a specter, a warm, gentle smile on her features as her eyes found the girl. “Welcome to Valhalla, cousin. What brings you to the border today?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think