Into the Land of the Unicorns

*steals all yo' threads!!!1* Mind if we bump to present? Or—actually, we can leave it in the original timeline and if Muirrin takes him as a captive, you can just join the pack meeting in a later round. Whichever you want! :)

Muirrin was fond of the hidden lake, for it was the first place she had truly allowed herself to believe that the fey and the Otherworld were real. The ghostly sights and noises of that fateful night had never quite left her, and though she had never actually seen the dark presence up close—or even seen a hint of it since that night—she firmly believed it made its home in this mountainous lake. It was too treacherous of a place for her to ever claim as part of Tuatha Dé, nor would she dare claim something that so clearly belonged to the fey, but she made a point of visiting at least every once in a great while. To meditate. To perhaps catch a glimpse of the spirit that haunted the pristine waters.

She sat at the far end of the lake, where it roared into a waterfall and poured into its lower half. Though it grew far colder in the mountains than in the lowlands, only a thin sheet of ice formed at the edges of the water—and the waterfall had not yet turned to slush, though she was willing to bet it would become a giant icicle before the winter was through. Muirrin was silent and still, doing her best to empty her thoughts and allow imagery to come and go in her mind as it pleased so that she might become enlightened with some truth. She was not a Druid, but knew that this was one of their practices—perhaps even a Chieftain could benefit from such a thing.

Her thoughts, however, were interrupted by the sudden falling of rocks. Golden eyes snapped open to observe the opposing bank, where a young—too young, she thought—wolf lay face-first in the sand. Although he quickly righted himself and seemed to be unharmed, Muirrin moved to her feet and began to skirt around the water's edge towards him.