Sun Mote Copse lucid dreaming

hoping for another OG 2018 pup? :D verna has way too little friends her own age.

She was not sure why she returned so close to where the silver wolf had mauled her. Perhaps because it had made her feel something -- alive -- while she normally heard only the whispers of the spirits around her. It made her feel weirdly alive. The boy she did not care about as much, although it would be interesting to see him again. But not for him, but for the adrenaline he caused to soar through her body. She had left Shadow's side, for the dark one had been cold since the spirit had suggested tearing their caretaker's body apart and eating or stashing what they needed. Shadow might think it sacrilege, but the spirit knew that their mortal bodies needed sustenance.

As she passed towards the grey slough instead her attention was caught by something. A new thing that hadn't been there before. With a cant of her head, the pale youth approached the borders of the copse. The forest reminded her of Blackfeather Woods, but then it was the happy-go-lucky Disney version. The sun shone merrily through the woods on this cold morning while a few birds twittered excitedly. The scrawny yearling started trailing along the borders, eager to find out more about this place and the wolves who'd settled here in her absence from these lands. As she walked it was clear that she wasn't all there, her head dreamy with the whispers of spirits. Even though it wasn't the forest she hailed from, the spirits were everywhere; so they lingered here, too, and she could do nothing but listen to their murmurs.