Be the moon

Daphne had found her way back home. Or, as close to home as she considered anywhere anymore. The foreign pulsing lights of the crystals did nothing to waylay her anxiety, but those mushrooms on the other hand… What were they? The breeze bought the scent of the Armada to her and she wondered if it was Grim back trying to convince her to go with him and try again, or if he was trying to convince her to go back to the castle? Her muzzle scrunched. She was just fine here thank you very much, although it probably was the most obvious place for her to be, and maybe if she didn’t want to be found she should find somewhere else to go…

She supposed she had best go see who it was that was getting so close, maybe use her size to shoo them along if it wasn’t Grim. Her mismatched eyes kept finding the mushrooms. She licked her lips and considered maybe eating one even? What could it hurt? It wasn’t like she would be missed if they turned out to be poisonous.

Finally she spotted the greyscale woman, bending down to inspect the carcass of some long dead animal. It seemed like the fireflies had made themselves at home in her coat, and it made the younger wolf wonder if maybe she was one of them? “What are you looking at there?” She spoke up, keeping some distance between them just in case she wasn’t friendly.

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