nothing ventured, nothing gained

Now moving back north, it felt as though Sybil was pacing in circles, just at a much larger scale.
The lack of activity in winter had eased her into her surroundings, but at times she wished she
had been overwhelmed by new life rather than smothered by cold wasteland. Without friends
or family to help pass the time, the clock seemed to slow to a snails pace and the spirit felt
like chewing her nails off. Instead she continued wandering, waiting for something to happen.

She slinked through the massive trunks of the redwood trees. Ever since she had entered that
crypt, it felt like the world had grown while she wasn’t looking. The trees, the landscape, even
the wolves. It made her feel small, and she wasn’t used to the feeling. She was finding that
she didn’t like it very much.

With the wind behind her, she didn’t notice the other pale wolf until he grunted. She jumped,
blue eyes darting to a man sitting by one of the gargantuan trees. Another big one, but older
it seemed. She felt he wouldn’t be as easily startled by a strange, whispy fae lurking the woods.
“Hello?” She tested, limbs ready to spring if this man decided he didn’t want company. By the
looks of it, he’d had enough trouble for the night.

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