Phoenix Maplewood bad chick

She continued, gliding through the mists as though she were a creature born of them. Behind her, the tiny pitter patter of puppy paws echoed against the cool earth. The child had made the right decision in following. Good. Citali slid her eyes backwards and over her shoulder, retaining the illusion of still looking ahead only to visually confirm the coyote child at her heels. Hmmm. Now what to do with it.

"Are your wounds all healing?" She asked as she traversed through the fog. This way. No... maybe this way. She took smaller steps to accommodate the girl's smaller stride as she tried to remember the way and pressed forward through the white veil. Ah! A sign. They were getting closer.