Luneshale Pass my love, are you the devil?

of course! :D

her head raised from the stream slowly, a voice beckoning to her from the desert. another wanderer seeking something in this dusty graveyard. the sound, asking her if was all right. it was something to break the ambience that was the wind in the absence of trees.

"yes," aqillutaq answered, looking over the stranger with multiple blinks to ensure the ghostly woman was real.

it was a question that she could not answer with truth, her own for that matter. the dove was as well as she could be, alive. nothing could distract her from the sureness of her own situation. she was crippled soul and body.

"are you from this place?" she shifted her weight onto an unbeaten leg, calling back out to the pale wolf. "or one like it?"