During her travels, Nimue had witnessed her fair share of odd occurrences- but a moonless and starless night, with the entire continent shrouded in an oppressive cloak that reeked of danger? That was a first. The desire to find shelter for the night was instinctive, and peaked when the tremors started. They grew more violent with each passing hour, the ground seeming to convulse beneath her paws, like a living, writhing creature in agony. But her sanctuary kept her safe until the morning, which revealed perhaps the oddest event thus far.

A vibrant, ominous red glow was cast across the sky, spreading as far as she could see. A foreign territory appeared in the West, and Nimue felt herself gravitating towards the terrain, as if some celestial, magnetic tug was pulling her. Tall stone spikes, taller than any tree she’d seen, extended into the crimson sky, their surfaces weathered by years of sun exposure. Years. But she’d never seen this place before. How was that possible?

"Nimue Vasanti"

Softly was the gaze given….

Button hadn’t meant to turn down this path. He never really strayed far from the den, albeit the den had been rather quiet these days. The yearling hadn’t yearned for adventure but his curiosity did seem to be the driving force in his life. Careful midnight paws carried him until the tremors had began, in all the echoes of chaos he had begun in a sprint flying off rock and formations as the unsettling dark and glow pulled itself upon him. When he was finally out of breath, he came upon a wolf that was smaller than he even was. Though he wasn’t much of a tall wolf either was he.

At first he didn’t say anything. His heart clenched, what if they didn’t want to be bothered right now? Yet when he stepped closer looking at the tall spikes his head tilted to one side and he couldn’t stop the question that flew from his mouth. "It’s like a giant fire trying to collect bugs, except, we’re the bugs." he’d seen how flies and moths would follow campfire light. This almost felt like the same thing. So what exactly was hunting them?

… horror interpreted back