tags for reference! Just going to have this as a RO for timeline.
Moss roved, following the scents on the wind which shifted and flowed as Springtime dealt the lands the moisture and warmth it craved. With the rainfall, it was simple to lose a wolf’s scent- but Moss was tireless. A hound, focus stubbornly fixed on tracking down the threat that had come to the pack’s borders.
She trailed along the faint scent of @Akavir which mingled with the scent of the childsnatcher, @Almalexia. Tufts of fur indicated a scramble, a fight perhaps. Gritting her teeth as the gentle rain coursed down her sides, she issued a bellowing howl; a threat for the one who haunted her beloved Reverie.
She hoped whatever wounds she’d received from Akavir would fester and burn; weaken her and ward her off. Moss had spent long enough hunting her down- and she yearned to see how Reverie was doing.
She was the jealous sort- and she wanted Reverie all to herself. She couldn’t leave the woman home, alone, for long.
Threats made, she turned and stalked back toward the Creek.
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