Moonstone Quarry don't leave the lights on

the sound of a stranger's voice drew the harbinger's attention. she stared at him, admiring his orange tones, wondering what the coat might look like once death made a home behind it. a smile twitched at her maw, but fell as she turned back to the body. 

the silence of a corpse made for good company. it was what moriah enjoyed most, the eternal hush. living wolves did not have the same respect for tranquility, as was proven by the orange boy. you'll look like this one day, moriah sighed, and so will i.