Phantom Hollow Was hypnotized by a strange delight

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@Slade asked if it was ok to post without Cry going before me! I was given the ok!

Had she gone mad in the mist? The place was playing tricks on her mind and body, the voices carried out in the empty woods as though there were no trees to absorb their resonance. No stone or body to block the voices from traveling. Either the woods were truly an empty waste land, or they were closer than she knew; or they were all in her head... 

Shaking her head softly, there was no way she had lost her mind now. Hearing voices wasn't something she had been known for, and so she was certain there were individuals in this fog that spoke. Curiosity killed the cat, and so it would also kill the soft she-wolf of alabaster pelt, as it too clutched her mind, drawing her in to find the owners of said voice and see maybe, perhaps, if they knew of how to get out of such a dastardly place.

the conversation the strangers held was confusing, it wasn't for her to walk in on, and yet here she was, slowly with her head low and a light smile on her face, she walked in. A slight wag of her tail offering a kind gesture of welcome between loners - from how they smelled, they were loners, correct? Or spent lots of time together as loners, a budding pack perhaps without a land claimed? Hello. Do you know the way out of this place? I'm lost and quite tired.

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