The witching hours

something called to her, as she rose up from her slumber. it wasn't a nightmare or anything like that. no, this feeling was coming within the pit of her stomach. ears twist upon her cranium as she made her way towards the god's garden. although the cold began to give her body chills, and the winds were bitter she had to press on. something was happening, and honestly she didn't know what was. twisted back harks blocking out any sounds around her, that is until that of yips from coyotes caught her attention. tearing her away from her task at hand... well in fact her paw. her eyes scanning to see the location the yips and hollers were echoing from. maybe they were just hunting, but mae didn't want to take any risks. would they come for her, or would she allow them to get the best of her? or perhaps she would get the best of them. hackles risen along her ebony spine as her skull lowered. moloch flew over head, her ears flipping forward as listening to his caw, his call that reaper would know all to well. it seemed there was a small group, maybe four at the most. something was causing mae to become guarded.

"Speech!"