There's a Change in the Air

Her eyes scanned the area and as she did so, the girl completely missed seeing what her brother saw. She did think that she heard the whisper, but she couldn't decide if it had been real or not. None of this seemed real. Looking down at her paws, Bowen noted that the blue glow seemed to cling to her and knowing that it did so made the girl rather uncomfortable. She didn't understand any of it and didn't want anything to do with the glow.

Artorias agreed that they should go back to the castle and Bowen was quick to turn, her head lowered and ears tucked as she all but fled the area. None too soon. From behind them, a great gust of wind swept forward like a cyclone, almost pushing the russet and cream girl off of her paws. Along with the gust of wind came a strange, guttural groan. This sound struck fear into Bowen's heart and she released a pinched whimper as she pressed against Artorias. She refused to leave his side, but she wanted to move as quickly as they could. There was something... rotten in the air. The plains were dead. That was all that she could think of. The plains were dead.

Another push of wind urged the pair of wolves out and away and Bowen could no longer control her fear. "Run!" She managed to push out of her clenched throat before her dainty paws began to thunder over the grassy plain. Bowen kept her wide eyes on the castle, her destination. She didn't go too quickly, though she could have outrun her brother easily. There was no way that she was leaving him behind. She would never leave him behind.

"Bowen"