the lost lamb

The Polar Sound was becoming more and more boring. With so many vile souls accumulating within, she was hard pressed to find something to toy with that was not already being ripped to shreds. So with the thought of seeking out some excitement Absinth departed from her den, sending Vita off ahead of her in search of anything particularly interesting. She made her way through to the Red Forest after some time, when her raven returned with news. It croaked two words out, it’s beak clacking all the while. ‘PREY’, ‘WEAK’. And then it took off again, leading the way for Absinth as she followed from below.

The raven led her to the scent of another wolf, a female. Absinth couldn’t help but quirk a brow, curious about what the bird might have seen to lead her to such a trail. Though, upon catching sight of the girl… she could see why the carrier bird had described her as such. A small girl, young and mostly ivory in color. Her body was accentuated with russet and cream, and such a dainty thing she was. Absinth felt the bite of predatory urges swell within her, but she wasn’t quite the murderous sort… so she approached with hidden intentions. Though for how long she could maintain her facade, should the girl prove docile – she did not know.

Her approach was marked with obvious footfalls, making herself known before her voice rang out. “My little lamb, you look awful.” Absinth purred out, her voice dropping far more ruggedly than she had hoped for… but the closer she got to the girl, the more fragility she saw. “Why?” She questioned tactlessly, scrutinizing the bone figure of the rose-eyed stranger. What good was a life so poorly spent? Perhaps she had a condition, or an injury?