Hey, Mama Rock Me

Ásvor could've called it mere chance that she'd stumbled across her sister outside of their packlands but she knew it was anything but. Many things in this world happened for reasons that were outside of her realm of knowledge and Ásvor wasn't arrogant enough to pretend she knew the answers to any of it. The unusual things that were happening lately - from the glowing mushrooms to the crystals, to the lengthening evenings and the strange voices that were carried in and out on the wind - were no exception. She could pretend to uncover their secrets but that didn't mean she'd be successful.

She was fairly certain Alfrun would have more luck than her deciphering the meaning behind the changing world. She'd always had one paw outside this world anyway, it seemed - and so when she managed to find her scent by accident she was quick to follow it and close the distance between them. It'd been awhile since they'd spoken properly, their lives diverting for many years only to find each other in the same pack again, but her presence was a comfort in her later years. "Sister," she greeted her, with all the warmth Ásvor could muster for anyone in this world. "What do you have there?" The scent of blood was evident as she drew closer and sat beside her, eyeing the crystal she was holding. Part of her couldn't shake the thought that it foretold of something dire, but perhaps her sister would have wisdom she couldn't quite comprehend.