Falls of the Hinterlands cascades of the moon god

The voice was familiar. A few days had passed since their encounter, and now that she faced him again... almost surreal. Blinking weariness from her eyes, she shifted her body to face him properly. "Lovecraft" she greeted him neutrally. They had parted long before now, having agreed on a mutual traveling. She didn't expect to see him so soon. If she was in a joking mood, she would have asked if he was following her. But she didn't.

The surprise on his face was enough to let her know he hadn't been. He was just as shocked to see her as she was to him. Familiarity entered her mind - someone else had done this too. Long ago, before she had been forced to travel. Now he was gone, she didn't know what became of her broken off friend. He even vanished from the same pack they joined together before it disbanded. He had let her down. Wren had such high hopes for that wolf.

But bringing herself back to the present, that man's coat had been as black as night. Lovecraft's was pale. His eyes were not amber. There was no scar on his lip. "Surprised to see me?" she found her voice again, a cracked smile.