Phantom Hollow i am the bloodhound

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It was stupid. Léiriú knew that. She knew the chances of surviving winter alone were lessened by her independence but she was stubborn. The Keltoin had a defiant streak a mile wide and the unwillingness to bow down matched it. 

Léiriú would not follow; she would lead when the time came. There was no other way for her, her gods did not exist within these heathens' tribes. She would forge her own way eventually.  For now she would bide her time exploring these lands and perhaps, the gods willing, she would recruit.

Her path led her to the forest. It was still as death; so quiet she felt as if she could hear the sound of blood rushing in her veins. Léiriú swore her heart pounded loudly enough it would disturb this sacred place and some angry nymph would chase her from the sanctuary. 

"An áit ar Abnoba," Léiriú whispered reverently, believing it to be true. It was the place of Druids, of that much she was sure. 

As Léiriú ventured further into the forest the sound of another drew her attention. She followed after the sound as quietly as possible, hoping the fog that clung to this land would hide her dark form.

The wolfess she came upon was dark like herself, though varying in shade rather than the single midnight tone she possessed, and angry if she were to guess. 

As the stranger snarled, stomping through Abnoba's wood, Léiriú trailed after her from a distance. She was curious about this woman; what made her so angry?