Silver Moraine swifter than the moon's sphere;

she was growing worried.
the sun had already began to dip past its zenith, and still, her companion did not return. she shifted carefully her poised stance, dipping up her muzzle once more and issuing a wary call. the sliver of song faded into the lull of midday, and her ears pricked atop her skull as she waited carefully for a reply. when the lull continued unabated did she finally rise, taking a few wary steps to the south. she knew the hunting ought to be hard, here, for even without sight it was obvious that this land was barren and lifeless, even in the midst of this changing of seasons.

she wonders briefly if something had taken togo - something dark, something that would inhabit a place as empty as this. her friend had left her near the eastern edge, and the vast expanse of unknown emptiness to her right had her unnerved. the prickle of unknown eyes burning into her had her scan once the expanse, revealing little else beside light and blurred shadow, a range of greys and blues.

she begins to pick her way south, a venture made tenfold as difficult without togo to point out all the crevices and clusters of rock and ice, the latter of which is plenty, here. moving is arduous and slow, and yet her nerves can not allow her to remain rooted where she'd been left, not when monsters and dark things roam this place.

she stops still when her paw skids out to the right alarming far, heart beating a wild rhythm in her chest. the slightest breeze pushes through close-cropped cream fur, and yet the young sylph can hardly focus on what message it brings; of hope, new life and renewal. surely she ought to call for togo again; and yet alone after so long, fear makes her timid. she flinches when the voice calls, and she realizes then the heavy tension lays over her. clouded and faded bicoloured gaze twists back, roaming over rock and yet noticing nothing unusual. there, perhaps - a flicker of movement, and that is where her gaze lingers when the voice begins again.

optics affixed solidly to a mound of ice and stone, her roving ears catch that something if off, and yet she does not correct her gaze. her reply does not come immediately, and when it does, it is soft and wavering. "I am lost." for a moment, she wonders perhaps if this is some evil spirit, come to trick her the same why something has clearly tricked and stolen away her friend. but there is some quality of sincerity and youthfulness in the voice that the girl that she can not believe a spirit is capable of recognizing, and her next request comes a little more boldly.

"could you tell me how to leave this place? this - rock, and ice." the words are somewhat awkward, for she has gotten used to the constant presence of togo by her side, the one who surely must know her more thoroughly than anyone. she does not need to use breath and words to communicate with the woman, whose every touch and song have meaning and direction. too long has she been alone with little else than her devoted companion, and here she finds herself in this loud and crowded place; one that carries the same half-familiarity than a dream dreamed twice.