Cerulean Cape to haunt, to startle

Foxglove's mind was unusually quiet for the past few months. Junebell, who had shared her body and brains for most part of their lives, had grown silent after the last episode of blacking out. The she-wolf rarely if ever recalled seizures that would take hold of her body, only the fact that she would occasionally wake up at random places with no idea of, how she had got there, shivering and feeling very worn out. Sometimes the black-out would last for longer - when Junebell would take over, but as said before - it had been months since she had spoken to her counterpart.

The dappled she-wolf did not mind - it was quite nice to be alone in her body for a while and lonliness was a welcome change. She was a wanderer at heart, traveling from one place to the other, occasionally joining groups of wolves. Either family packs that she could not stand for long, or vagabonds just like her. No aim, no purpose - just living the life and watching, how days went by. It was a long time, since Foxglove had set her foot in the Teekon wilds, the reasons of her leaving the last time being unclear, but with a certain aura of danger. She had done something, or someone had done something to her. Either way - it did not matter. She just needed to be careful.

The beach had been the most obvious place to look for scraps of food and she was plowing through a batch of half-frozen sea-weeds, when the wind brought the stark smell of another wolf. She lifted her head to see a white beast in the distance.