Northstar Vale Echoes of ephasia have haunted you tonight

Her ruddy ears pivoted backward to politely listen to Dagfinn and his retelling whilst her eyes focused on the craggy ground ahead. A misstep could send either of them tumbling down the mountainside. She picked her way carefully, with ginger steps, even as her face morphed into an expression of confusion and concern when Dagfinn finished his story.

As a child, Saena often dreamed of a half-swan, half-dog creature. It often taught her things in her dreams, but it wasn't always kind, and eventually she'd simply stopped dreaming about it. It wasn't quite the same as a crazed wolf-buck, but she could certainly understand the fear that came with dreams. "Something's definitely not right with it to be that aggressive," she concluded, "but don't worry, it couldn't bite our ankles enough to drive us mad." Saena, too, knew nothing about rabies nor why the very notion of being bit and going mad from it was a frightening one, but she didn't want to think about it too much longer. It was like her instincts knew even though her brain didn't.

"Do you think the whole herd was messed up?" She'd detected nothing off about the doe, but she would never have expected the buck to behave so aggressively, and heedless to its own safety. It was possible she'd missed something. Either way, the buck didn't seem to be around anymore, and with any luck, they'd never encounter it again. The way it had watched them unnerved her even now that it was gone.