Phoenix Maplewood The Blooded Moon

Lennon followed the tracks of Korei, wondering where she’d gone off without another. He hoped she hadn’t secluded herself in woe. When seeing the pale figure, his shoulders relaxed. Gaze following her own up to the red moon, admiring the crimson orb setter in the sky. ”Strange, inn’t?” He inquired, slowly stepping closer to the girl. ”Blood moon, never seen one but I’ve heard of them.” His memory traveled back to the words of a slightly crazed, astronomer mentioning the supposed power of this moon. ”Another’s suppose to be in...March, I think.” He recalled the old wolf’s words, speaking of the celebrations that occurred at the time of this phenomenon. He almost wished to be there now.