Do what they think that they must

Had she been a little more obtuse Creidne would have sworn that Ouroboros Spine existed within its own supersonic universe. Here, things just seemed to occur at a pace that was beyond her -and everyone else for that matter. They were all playing a loosing game of catch up with no end or even a pitiful halftime in sight. It was tiring in an entirely different and terrible sort of way.

Thus, she had taken to wandering great lengths whenever her thoughts most perturbed her. Recently, the most nagging of them had been the urge to pray of all things. Both an atheist and lover of logic Cree had thus far refused, but the more that things continued piling up the stronger the urge became. So when she finally found herself relieved of the issue, she was quite far from her den and unaware of her surroundings.

Turning around in full as the current seemed to whisper to her, the female nervously glanced about for Jinx. It had been days now since she had last seen the deranged wolf, but that didn't stop her from spooking at every little unknown. Tucking her ears against her head as her tongue flicked anxiously, the Lambda tried to calm herself by bending to smooth the hairs along her foreleg. However, when she righted herself again she was greeted with the presence of another -separated only partially by one particularly fulsome tree. Gawking at him in a state of bewilderment, she swished her head before offering a blank, "um -hello."