Firefly Glen The Witching Hour

Just sneaking this in here.

This was a fitting place for her. Or it would be, had the spindly limbs of the trees not been barren, to cast down their shadows unto the land below. Time would change that, come spring, she knew. Besides, it was her time during the 24-hour cycle. Increasingly unsettled and distant, the familiar blanket of night weaved its magic to a least somewhat soothe her nerves.

The coppery taint of blood lured her forward in pursuit. Laced within that scent, was another. One of which bore some semblance of familiarity. Hot on his trail, Tzila would not let this wolf go unnoticed. When she saw the flash of silvery-white fur, complete with a blood-stained muzzle, her suspicions were confirmed. Abaddon. Forgotten son of Vengeance. This, was their first formal meeting. "If you are here to come back home..." She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth then, well aware that he had never been truly integrated with the misty woods. "...then you'll find things have changed." Her tone dropped to a level enough to imply that he may or may not like the news poised on her lips.