Blackfoot Forest Desolation

open for anyone, 'specially if your character is upset about the recent developments.

Liri padded softly through the woods, a distraught look on her face. How many more? How many more would be gone? So many had come and gone, some just dissapearing without a trace. It almost made her believe that there were ghosts in Rosings, perhaps a curse fell on the land with the locusts.

She hadn't know all of them well, only a handful that had actually been her friends. The arctic wolf still felt their loss in her chest, still felt the pain of her pack dwindling wolf by wolf. A few tears streaked down her muzzle. 

Ammalyn.

Saries.

Madeleine

Claudia

Goober.

Gotham.

Possibly Tsuki.

Who was next? Faramir? Maja? Sam? Would people just keep dissapearing, just keep dying? Liri settled by the small stream, knowing she was probably being foolish. Only a few of them had been acquainted well with her, the others she talked to maybe once. 

And yet they had been pack, something she had grown to appreciate after being taken in by Aaron. After losing so much as a child, she didn't want to lose her new family too.