a mess of these old themes

With emotions running high and a burning in her chest, Hazel had gone. She'd gone, without planning what would come next. Going after Halo was the only thing she could have done at the time. Now? Well, there was news. There are wolves who deserved to know, and she's the only messenger who could deliver that news. Arthritis had taken hold early, and travel back to Auster would be too much. Leaving her in Warden's capable care, Hazel took off.

The sight she arrived to was nothing short of unsettling. Echoes of the long night still hanging over her shoulders, though it was early in her recollection. Far too early to have any clear idea of what had gone on, but unsettling all the same. Her stomach twisted as she moved through familiar lands, finding a strange, open expanse where none had been before. For as much as she longed for news of Spider and Sirius, this was... well, this had to be dealt with first.

Focusing on the task at hand, Hazel enters the Prominence. Careful steps as she scans the bleak landscape, gaze razor sharp. Weaving among the spires as she edges deeper into the land. A distraction. Maybe not an ideal distraction, but a distraction all the same. Good enough. Redder than the reddest dawns, despite it being near high noon, Hazel searches for answers among the spires.

Hazel, The General