Blacktail Deer Plateau Haunting details, but you’ll get over it.

It was one of those rare nights, or at least rare as of late, where Liri was unable to slip peacefully into sleep.

Something haunted her, some horror that danced from her grasp just as she woke - leaving her shaking with fear for a monster she could no longer remember. A memory of the caves, perhaps.

With a weary sigh, she hoisted herself onto three sore legs and with a gentle brush of her muzzle against Kavik's head, she began to pad from their den. She glanced in Illidan's direction, assuming that he had elected to sleep with them, to see that he was sleeping and slipped silently from the darkness of the den. 

The atrium appeared ghostly, abandoned in the night. The moon was reflected in the pool, a twin of the pale orb overhead when one stepped close enough to see the sky. Stars winked at her in beckoning but the slyph turned from their lure and instead took to wandering the dark forest. 

In the dark, the territory seemed alien. Familiar, but washed out with the night. The details were lost, the landscape softened into something dreamlike beneath the moon's light. 

The fae couldn't say how long she walked, lost in thought, before she noticed the scent and heard the sound of Elixir nearby. She called out softly in the night, letting the wolfdog know she was nearby - so she wouldn't startle her - before following the scent to the darker girl. 

She greeted Elixir with a chuff as she neared, concern wrinkling her brow when she smelled the injury. 

"Are you alright?" She asked softly, silently asking if the Gamma needed medical attention. Liri hadn't had the supplies necessary to tend to the wound while they were traveling but now her medical caches were beginning to fill up with plants, cobwebs, and the like.