What's Been Lost

While she wasn’t entirely sure if they were allowed to venture out beyond the pack boundaries, she didn’t remember being explicitly told not to. And with Xairo insisting that he come with her, she felt like they were prepared … enough. And of course, they couldn’t leave without a couple of their mother’s ravens noticing and following along. The world outside the Syndicate was intriguing to her, she couldn’t help but feel a stirring of excitement as they approached the imposing structure. It’s massive, timeworn framework was unlike anything else she had ever seen before. The rough cold stone was like the rock faces of the cliffs on either side of the valley they resided in … but different. “Xairo, who do you think made this?” she said, nudging a loose brick with her paw. It toppled over, revealing a small opening filled with shadows. Her acidic green eyes gleamed with curiosity. Against the crumbling wall, her red fur stood out like a flame in the midst of the taiga.

She had been so engrossed in observing the wall that she nearly missed the faint scent wafting up from the shadows. She cocked her head, nose twitching as she tried to decipher the unfamiliar aroma. It was an animal scent, definitely, but not one she recognized.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"