Lion Head Mesa the time is gone; the song is over

A mess had found it's way to Blackfeather Woods, and Shisu was unaware of it all. She knew the scents of the unknown, and heard the call of another that she didn't know, but found nothing. She had thought maybe the ravens and crows were playing tricks, and a packmate came to the other person before herself. She did not pay too closely to the matter, as she didn't know the seriousness of it. The plush dame only knew there was newcomers toward the woods, but she only met one as of late. The other two, Winterbane and Kalganov, were unknown.

So she continued on with the usual, strolling through the day, stargazing at the night. Though a saddened one, where the fog had set to block the view, and baby blues found it difficult to catch what was above. Her paws unconciously moved forward, to attempt to spot what was blocked. She couldn't see the bigger constellations, said to say, but she faintly had spotted the head of Draco, and continued to find a better view to clearly admire it's beauty.

She remembered the previous location, where she met the Listener. It was a place for quite a sight to see what was above. She thought, just maybe the sight would be clear up there. Her journey begun, and ended upon the arrival as a faint smile hung on her face on the accomplishment of the travel. Which softened up, upon her gaze retracting from the sky, and onto a familiar pale figure that was ahead. While a meek little fae, Shisu was adjusting, and felt herself improving on talking with those who are familiar, "H-Hello." While a stammer followed, she felt proud to be able to greet another on this delightful night, and gave a soft hello toward Maegi, and just for a moment, her mind wasn't focused on what was above. Though they faintly trailed upward already, as Shisu was eager to spot the Draco.