Hushed Willows The day after the plague

Trick slowly padded behind the elderly woman, the pace actually a little too slow for the agile man. He was used to trotting and sprinting, but walking wasn't something he did often. He stared at the ground, hoping for the sound of the Weeping Willow's leaves to make that nice, peaceful sound that it always made, but nothing came. It was as quiet as a dull person's head.

Indeed... He sighed softly, waving his tail from side to side as he followed her to the border which he was vaguely familiar with. The scent of Nova was awfully present here as well, revealing that she indeed found enjoyment in wandering on this invisible line that loners couldn't cross unless they wanted to die.