is that a ghost or do you wanna hold my hand?

Kaija felt strangely like a knight in shining armor, coming to sweet Ophie off her feet and take her on some grand adventure. Her best friend had spoken a few times about feeling out of place in her pack - she felt pushed beyond her limits sometimes, pushed to live up to expectations she feared she'd never meet. In the smallest kind of way Kaija could relate to her, though instead of dwelling in those thoughts for long she'd simply left Valhalla. She knew Ophie didn't have the same freedom, or at least she didn't feel like she did, but Kaija wanted to make sure she didn't feel like dead weight. There was still so much life to live, and even if it was lived in small bursts, she was determined to continually bring a smile to Ophie's face.

Except… the further and further they got from Armada's borders, the stranger she started to feel. It was the kind of night that made her feel on edge, even before the wisps of blue and purple began to appear, dancing sporadically around their heads. Kaija was intrigued but admittedly wary too. She was hardly a superstitious wolf but she had the feeling that these things were some sort of bad omen. She gave a shiver when Ophie finally broke the silence, giving a big shrug. "I'unno. Bugs, maybe?" But a lifted paw, swiping at one speck of color, simply made it dissipate into nothingness. She felt no bug there, and she tried a few more times and decided that they definitely were not bugs. Either way, despite the uneasy feeling she had, she wasn't going to admit that coming here was a bad idea. Kaija absolutely refused to not make the most of their little trip. Shaking off the feeling, she bounded forward, weaving around one of the willow trees into the darkness.