Wrong Address, Return to Sender

Life was a fucking mess wasn't it. Recluse had to admit she was on edge, the last time in her life that unusual things like this had happened she'd had a crystal growing out of her fucking skull, partially blinding her, and then had to give birth through all of that. So yeah she wasn't exactly feeling calm or collected right now. Her family was pretty scattered right now as well, partially by design, but it didn't help her worries much as her concerns for her children were high. Her second litter, the middlest of her children currently, had been born under the long night and some of them bore it visibly and that made her worried in its own way. Were they marked by the damnable firefly creature? Were they in more danger just by that metric alone? Recluse could not know, and somewhere she knew that was an illogical worry, her children were in no more danger than anyone else but when all the world around you defied logic it was hard for that voice to be loud enough to be heard. So no, Recluse did not like it. She'd been keeping her distance, doing everything in her power to keep herself from the strange little creatures running around calling themselves familiars and she'd made sure any of her youngest, the ones she had the power still to herd around, were not unsupervised if they wished to go and explore or visit these strangely climated lands. Recluse had no intention of participating, one extremely long night of torment had been enough for her...

But that had changed when she'd heard the rumors on the wind of... Being able to bring ghosts into this world. Ghosts had happened during the long night too and Recluse had had no one then she'd cared to see and frankly had been too busy spewing up glowing fluids and being pregnant to really care much... But Kali had passed this year, right in her arms, right in her arms... The truth was it wasn't that there weren't wolves she could have hoped to see during the long night... Her uncle who'd left behind two children, one who she could only hope was still alive and well, and... Jigsaw who'd died so young, she'd had such high hopes for the boy, maybe if she could not get Kali's spirit to come through she'd try to get her uncle or Nephew... It was a guilty thought, she had not forgotten them, never forgotten them, but her children were still her priority... That ache had never healed, even after all she'd been through, even as her concerns for her family were at an all-time high she'd failed to push down the ever-present grief of that loss... Her daughter.

So Recluse went against her better judgment, shoved down the voice in her head telling her this was an unnecessary risk she could not afford, and Recluse set out for someplace that felt... Right. She wasn't actually sure she'd know what that meant, the air felt oppressive everywhere now but the willows had been a place with the magical autumn and it seemed one of the less popular areas, though familiars milled around they seemed to understand she did not wish to be interrupted. All of which was preferred by the woman, she did not know what she was doing but if she was successful she did not want to be disturbed by others, she wanted to get to have a moment with her daughter, probably the last she'd ever have, in peace.

She did not know what she was doing however, that had not been a lie. The woman found a cozy spot, the moon hung high in the sky and Recluse ruffled herself up against the chill wind that seemed to blow through her. She had heard some claim to see their dead loved ones in their dreams but that seemed very different from summoning them here. The woman sighed, and closed her eyes, doing her best to focus on the heaviness in the air, focus on the feeling of her grief, focus on her mental image of her daughter. She did not know if it would work if she was even doing anything. Recluse sat like that for a while, feeling nothing but the oppressive air and her own desperate grief. Then, then, she felt something. She could not have described what it really was, just something. And desperately she chased that feeling in her mind, searching for it and snatching it up like a loose thread. And she tugged, trying to unravel whatever the feeling what, it was something she'd never experienced before and she felt her chest tighten as if it was getting harder to breathe, her joints ached though she was still seated comfortably, and her ears rung but still she pulled on that thread, desperate to hold onto what she could only assume was the only trail she had to finding her daughter and bringing her here. She could only hope.

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