What's that in the shadows?

Briar frowned with concern at the clearly saddened and unusual wolf in front of her. She was still unsure as the slate canine gestured for her to follow, but she was worried about them enough to at least want to see if this would give her more answers. Stepping forward, she moved through a thickening mist, her ears flicking back with growing unease. "Where are you taking me?" she questioned, but by this point she could hardly even see a foot in front of her and if it wasn't for the occasional flash of her guide's tail she probably would have lost her way. It wasn't until the mist began to thin that she realized just how far they had traveled. At least, that's what she assumed. How else did she end up in such an unknown place when she was just in their own territory? She looked around at the massive willow trees with a mix of awe and confusion before finally focusing on the pool ahead of her. She glanced over at her guide, expecting some sort of explanation, but instead she was simply directed toward the water with some sort of expectation from the slate canine. Briar had no idea what she was here for or what she was supposed to do, but she moved closer to the water regardless, standing at the edge and peering out toward the whirlpool at its center. The stepping stones seemed like an obvious path, but she couldn't quite decide if it was wise to go out there at all just yet. She took a moment longer, watching the water and the swirling movement at its center, trying to figure out why this place felt so out of place and what about the water was so odd.

ooc: picking wisdom!

"Briar Carpathius"