Blackfeather Woods true north

She worried over Mou, though she would never tell him that, for fear he found her too overbearing. Once he had left, she had followed his trail, staying to the outskirts of the territory until he returned. Paced 'round, doing almost a complete circle of the woods. Finally, she saw his pale form emerge in the distance--and he was not alone.

The wraith peered from the trees. Upon closer inspection, she recognized the man--it was the stranger from the other day, the one from the mountain. She cocked her head, slipping out when he had spoken some words she hadn't quite picked up. She padded towards Mou and butted her nose gently under his chin, hoping he wasn't embarrassed that she had lingered here, waiting for him, like he was her child rather than her friend.

Her bicolored eyes flashed back and forth between the two, finally resting on Mou, a clear question in her gaze. Why is he here? There was naught but a glint of recognition for Kalganov; she still had her reservations about the man.

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