Out there in the silence

After venturing forth to the forsaken volcano Plague was left feeling off. He sought out some sort of closure and only got even deeper into his fog. Since the death of his father his mind felt all sorts of messed up. For the most part he was able to suppress these issues and worries into a dark corner of his brain. But there was times he felt himself slipping. It could be a mild burst of anger or sadness. All Plague knew was that nothing felt quite right as of late.

Inky pads met the earth as the phantom slipped through the soulless forest. Green eyes took in the region with reasonable caution. Plague inhaled the various musty scents of the forest. Stale notes of passing travelers and frightened prey filled his nose. What truly caught his attention was the very fresh scent of a she-wolf. In response the beast raised his head and scanned the area with slower strides. Not long after the sight of a tall and slim femme came into view. Fire and ice battled upon her pelt with beaming blue eyes to compliment the war. But, what was truly concerning was the fact that she seemed to have just stumbled to the ground.

The stranger lifted herself from the ground with an audible huff. Plague frowned gently and took a few steps forward. With a tilted of his head and offered a look of concern. "Are you okay?"