The spell you got on me, it's like magic

Ebony and silver limbs carried her to the coastline, even if it wasn't on purpose, as dusk fell. If she could see the things under her paws seeming to glow, she would have stopped and stared at them. She would have been captured by the blue-green light. But she didn't, she couldn't, and her features remained neutral as she made her way towards the coastline. It was all black, but the female had long since gotten used to the darkness. She had to live with it for six months, after all. She had seen a lot of pretty sights, at least. And she could always have another describe what the settings around her looked like. Even if she couldn't see them for herself, she could always try and imagine them. Aniya jumped a little as sand scratched her paws. It seemed that she had made it to something other than water? As she walked around the island, she kept her ears pricked and she searched for any new scents, like the scent of any kind of prey.

As distracted as she was, she had forgotten about the fact that other wolves may be here. So when she ran into a furry chest, she backed away, her clouded gaze wide with alarm.

{I asked Keno, and she said it was fine if Aniya ran into Einarr.}