Bearclaw Valley Remember where you came from

iliksis had not gone far from easthollow since he had been turned away. his sights were trained ever inward, watching the comings and goings and searching, hoping, waiting for laurel.

eventually his vigil paid off, for today none other than laurel strode from their gates; she appeared hale, but lighter -- her body was thinner from motherhood, and the man watched with a hungrily roving gaze as she made her way to some unseen destination.

he followed behind, always out of sight. her scent lead him into bearclaw, and eventually the scent of death and malaise crowded his nostrils. there, next to a sodden and sunken corpse, his darling laid -- her nose pressed up against the deceased and her voice burnt with agony.

the wraith inched closer, his dull yellow eyes watching her haunches. he cared not for the wolf she mourned -- his only aim was to get closer before becoming detected.