Wapun Meadow why don't you run from me?

The violent violet of the other's gaze drew her own to a peculiar vision, that of a black furred doe among the sea of brown, as if a pox among the healthy. Intrigued, the one-eyed wolf took a single step forward as if would help her to see the animal better, wondering if this was a sign sent by the gods, or even her sisters. Glancing to her left, Atropos canted her head slightly, a simple question leaving her lips.

Have you seen this before? The rasp of her damaged voice was quiet but intelligible. She sought to know more about this mutated being and whether or not it frequented this valley. If not, perhaps it was a message. Perhaps not, but the more she knew, the easier the understanding would come.