Out of reach

Something was... off. Slightly, but still off. At first it was just a feeling, more instinctual than anything. Perhaps it was the deep chill in the autumn air, which had arrived much more aggressively this year, or maybe it was something else. Either way she knew deep in her soul that something was amiss, and with that worry came worry for her herd, for the very creatures who would support Heiðinn in the years to come. She hoped it was something minor, but she couldn't be so sure yet.

She stood not more than a few yards from the strange stone formations that stood in the center of the Stone Steppe. There were other times these last few weeks that she thought she'd felt a low rumble deep in the earth, but suddenly she felt it again as the ground began to quake. The feeling was subtle but noticeable, and concerning nonetheless. So far she hadn't been able to decipher if there was any pattern to the phenomena; she wondered if her packmates had any clues.

Even stranger yet was something new she'd just noticed, a strange flickering light near the peaks of Fenrir's Maw. Though the skies were slowly beginning to darken, it clearly was not a star - no star moved like that, moving slowly across the late afternoon sky and occasionally flickering in and out of sight, again with no apparent pattern.

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