The things in the mist

The Wraith raced toward the island that Widow's ravens had told her about. She followed them, running hard and fast beneath their shadows. Her companions kept pace beside her. They had found Cryptis! Medusa had been searching far and wide, aiding Widow in searching for her missing child. Her only child. Though Medusa considered the young girl as one of her own, too, she had chosen not to rest until the girl was found. (That, and the fact she had insomnia so her nights were often sleepless anyway). She had enough sense to know that Widow had been beside herself and would not stop searching until Triss was found. Neither of them would. However, the skeletal marked woman had limited searches since she also had to consider things that needed to be done in the pack and ensure her own kids didn't go missing, too. She didn't know if Triss had been kidnapped from her very land. She hadn't found any strange scents, but if they had snuck in through the tar pits, she could see how the scent could've been missed.

She charged into the water and swam the rest of the way, ignoring the rough and cold waters until she had made it to the other side. Once on the island, she continued her hurried pace and didn't even bother to shake the salt water from her coat until finally, a hut came into view. She was ready to go in with tooth and claw and rip apart whoever had dared harm Cryptis, but it seemed Widow had already taken care of them. Passing by the dead bodies, she stepped through the doorway and stopped to find Widow and Cryptis. "Widow found her!" She exclaimed, breath ragged from all the running and swimming she had just done. Water poured from her coat still, and she made to move forward but a paw against her chest from Umbra would stop her. The cougar quietly shook her head, indicating to Medusa that she should wait before approaching. Triss didn't seem to be in the best mindset, and Medusa hadn't been able to read the room. "Easy." Umbra murmured before she walked away to make sure no others were around.

Medusa did as she was bid and remained where she was. "Is Cryptis okay?"

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