Stone Circle the half moon said: these nights are fogged and slow,

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She hears something moving towards her, but she can't quite make out what — or who — it is. Her ears flatten to her skull in terror at first, but even past her sobs she hears the ghost of her brother's whisper. Not quite enough to recognize him immediately or know what he'd said, but enough to recognize the voice as another wolf. She stands immediately on shaking limbs and takes a step toward him — but only one step.
Even though the sense of immediate danger has passed, her stomach is still churning and her head feels strange and light, as if it might float away any moment. Bile rises up in her throat and her head spins — for a moment, she thinks she might vomit. But the feeling passes quickly, and she's at her brother's side almost before she realizes she's moving again. It's not quite clear if the instinct to protect or to be protected drives her — but it doesn't really matter right now. She pushes her face into his scruff, immediately feeling more at ease; not quite safe, but safer. If there is something dangerous in the night, she feels better knowing they might both face it together. Though, she'd feel most safe if their mother was here, given moms have anti-monster qualities and all.