Sleepy Fox Hollow winter ghost

Away from the ridge, everything seemed to have clarity. For all her wild and wanting ways, Ginsberg had never truly felt at home in the jagged peaks of the Umbreon. There had been a desire within her to wander, and it had not been until she had turned a year that she was capable of doing so. After having left, she had found a place in the world as a wildling. She belonged to the scent of pine and the scorch of the summer sun. Within her, there were the remnants of the feral's blood, but that was all that she knew of her father. She had always wanted to know more, but her mother had been stricken with grief at the mere mention of the savage who had left them alone. Knowing that calling, Ginsberg set out to find answers for herself – answers that would not harm her mother or her siblings.

The Teekon wilds seemed to stretch for miles and miles. The two-toned creature had climbed to the top of the highest peak that she could find before setting her sights on the expanse of land and inhaling at the sheer magnitude of it. Once on her perch, Gin had moved down from the mountain and into the hollow that was nestled in the heart of the jagged climbs. There, she found the embrace of chirping birds and whispering trees to keep her company. She moved along the earth with her head held low and her muscles rippling against the touch of the golden sunlight.