Moonspear Is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs.

There was a scent she had picked up in her scouring of the Spear for the lost child, one that she hadn't picked up anywhere else. This was curious to the silver-touched valkyrie, if only because the scent was that of a wolf's and yet it remained prevalent only when she approached the vicinity of the medic's den. Intrigued, the woman had decided to take a short break from the search and go and meet the one that remained so secluded that she had not seen hide nor hair of him.

Carefully, she would step, a gentle call leaving her so that she would not surprise whoever it was that lived here. Hello?