Duskfire Glacier the moon is falling down

@Siarut and/or @Takiyok

It was the colder regions of the Teekon that sought her attention first, as her white paws trailed the rough ground - it felt familiar, and yet so new, so strange. She felt like an outsider to the whole world, having dipped in and out of this great expanse of land countless times before yet settling nowhere; the dove always managed to run away. To flee in her hopeless attempts to forget and start anew. The Eruna had long since come to the conclusion that she was only prolonging her suffering by tiptoeing away the second she could, and now, gazing out upon a miserable, darkening sky, she felt bitterly numb.

The ghost halted as she reached the fringes of the boundary, glancing up to witness a streak of pale light filter through a gap in the clouds before it was trapped and concealed again, as though a prisoner on the brink of escape. Her eyes stared dismally ahead of her now, locked in hesitance before tipping her head back to produce a summoning howl. When the song withered and died upon her lips, the pale woman darted her gaze back and forth in search of the wolves who claimed this as their home, anxiety settling like a stone in her stomach.