Down In A Hole And I Don't Know If I Can Be Saved

Somewhere in all of the mass confusion, Gypsy had lost track of Gem. Waves of wolves had traveled from Boreas to Auster at the mention of some new anomaly. The old blind woman found herself in the company of another elderly wolf and together they made their way to the Shimmering Shore.

Beat informed her of what he saw and the amaranthine fae's brow furrowed, a frown forming on her delicate features. He suggested that they dig, as others around them were doing the same. Gypsy sighed, but came in close enough that her hip touched his. Then she began digging as well, though there was less of a fire lit under her own tail.

"Gypsy"