one step of a million

The spectre had traveled a couple days north east from the crypt, eager to get away from the stinking
catacombs and out from pack borders. She wasn't sure what to make of this land yet, or if she'd stay
at all. Assuming she could leave of course. She trusted her feet and sense of direction, but whenever
she began planning a sinking feeling grew in her chest. She might be trapped here, and she may
never see her family again.

Pale paws carried her towards a lake, frozen over by winter's chill. The smell of fish and fresh blood
drew her closer. She hadn't eaten in a while. Maybe she could charm a meal out of the fisherman.
Blue eyes focused on the figure by the lake, and more interestingly, the fish she had just caught.
She was brown, and Sybil found that comforting after talking to a blueberry in canine form.
Earthy tones reminded her of home.

She drew near, keeping quiet without sneaking. She'd approach but not speak, thinking back to
the boy she'd startled. Would she go unnoticed admist the sea of white, even while moving?
She would let the woman address her if she noticed, or chose to, standing a little more
than 10 metres away.

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