stand up and look into the light
hag
Hag had been simply wandering since she'd decided she didn't feel like returning to Insomnia so frequently. The first issue she'd found was finding places to rest during the day that was out of the sun. Even if the sun was now giving off a red light, it was still too bright for her poor eyes, and too warm for her pale flesh. There were a few scabs still clinging to her back from the sunburn blisters. They were the ones in places she couldn't reach, the rest hadn't survived long.
Anything underground had proven a boon for her, and she'd taken to exploring the various tunnels she'd found. They reminded her a bit of Insomnia, though at the same time she didn't know these caves, so they didn't remind her too much. That was just how her mind worked, she'd see something she recognized from the underground parts of the pack and then she'd something that was unfamiliar and she'd decide that meant they weren't similar at all.
The one thing they all had in common though was offering a great place to curl up and sleep the day away before she could get up for the night. Which was what she was doing, wedged into a tangle of roots and a cleft in the rock near where the cave had opened up to the surface. Hag wasn't exactly a deep sleeper and when an unfamiliar but lupine scent and the sound of paws reached her Hag's eyes opened. She watched his descent, watched him lean down to drink, watched for a bit afterwards. Barely blinking, saying nothing the entire time.
What time was it? Hag craned her neck slightly, and then retreated when she saw the red light flooding in. And then a question hit her, and she did what she usually did when that happened: "Does the sun also hurt you?" It came out of nowhere and from a small wolf tucked into the shadows, staring wide-eyed. If he hadn't realized she was there, he knew now! She tilted her head slight to the side, where it might have looked inquisitive on another wolf, Hag hadn't ever really seemed innocent, what with her too wide eyes and tendency to not blink often.
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