Skeletons, Keys, and Closets

*Gossamir* · 03-09-2014, 06:47 PM

Gossamir had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach but she was too stubborn to turn around. Ahead of her a storm was building but she'd had a lot on her mind. A sprig of Wolfsbane hung loosely in her jaws but she loved the thrill of it, the danger of carrying the poison in her maw like a young pup. Gossy had revived her studies and was determined to be of more use to her pack. Roman seemed to at least take an interest in them though the pack was still small and struggling. Gossamir knew they might have to rely on? under-handed methods to survive.

It began to rain and Gossamir ducked into a nearby cave, shaking out her coat as she set down her herbs. Her head slowly lifted up as her hackles raised. She peered back into the darkness at the sudden sense of foreboding.

Sharpening my words...

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