Fox's Glade the shame of your nakedness be revealed

hosannah wondered if this path was the right one. not the correct physical path, but the spiritual. she had been tasked with finding the blighted beings, those with corrupted souls. the afflicted. and her first foray in to the wilds had been detrimental to herself. her missing tail had been a physical tax, and after ruminating on that for so long during her stay with the rose wolves, she knew that now. doing things with physical force was not right. she would have to use her cunning to change the world — and as she settled in with the rose wolves, she had tried that as well. yet the universe (raas' will, she'd protest for eternity) had brought her to reek. maybe it was wrong of her to cling to aaron and the home he had provided, the safety and security he represented, but she couldn't simply forget her debt to him.

so as her call faded in to the obscurity of the evening, hosannah was left waiting with her thoughts. she did not believe that anyone would find her here; the wolves were likely sleeping, or perhaps venturing far as she did, searching for food to bring back to the group. hosannah would spend the night here and then take that final plunge towards the forest in the morning. she thought of this glumly, her mood soured because of her hunger, and then she heard a sound beside her — or somewhere close — and she turned in time to see a pale figure advancing upon her position.

at first she thought of liri. then, seeing the darkness of the stranger's face, hosannah felt her blood chill. beyond being a stranger, this entity could've been anything — living, dying, a figment of spiritual energy, she didn't know but was made wary of the strange mantle that the creature wore. when they spoke she hardly recognized the words, and in that instant her tired mind shrieked, demon! but her body remained rooted, too tired to rise with a tongue too tied to speak.