Haunted Wood to fear death is a choice

Once she caught what she thought was Thrax's scent, she was immediately upon her paws, silvery blue eyes trying to penetrate the fog, straining for his silhouette. Her heart beat in her chest like bird's wings against the bars of a steel cage. She did not want to trust to hope...but she couldn't help it. She had left everything she had ever known, in pursuit of him, in pursuit of love.

She raised a shadowy paw and stepped forward, ears cupped forward and eyes staring ahead. Her black nose twitched furiously, trying to catch that scent again, praying to the gods that it wasn't her imagination. This forest was so strange, so dense...everything was muted. Sound didn't seem to travel far and scents were confusing due to the damp and the fog.

Saturnina...

She thought she heard her name, but it was muffled...seemingly far away. Was this a trick of Mendacius, one of the minor gods? She supposed she deserved it, if it was. She did abandon her father and her home afterall.

Saturnina!

There it was again, only clearer this time, closer. "Thrax!?" She howled, running through the underbrush. It had to be Thrax. First his scent, now his voice. He seemed fairly close from what she could tell, but it was difficult in these woods. "Thrax, I'm here!"