Broken Boulder another day of rattling souls

There were many thoughts swirling around in his head over recent times. For one, the odd second encounter of the ghostly Liri was an ever-present memory, a sliver of pain whenever he pondered over what he could have done differently. Liri was not around here anymore... at least not that he knew of. Her scent had gone, but more so, Semira was nowhere to be seen. The Storyteller worried. He worried frequently, confused and panicked over where she could have gone, why she could have gone - what happened to her? His love... he'd known she seemed off before they first entered the Sanctuary, while anxiously awaiting company at the borders, but he'd been certain that she'd gotten over her original worry.

The agouti man walked the borders with brows furrowed, violet eyes focused onto the ground ahead of his paws, and did not notice another figure until his gaze wandered upward. Horosk halted in his steps, ears perking forward in curiousity - he didn't know this wolf. "Hello?" He slowly greeted them with a chuff and wag of his tail. I wonder if you've seen Mira...