Emberwood Go where the sun shines brightest

she returns fairly often to the Emberwood, the place of the coyotes. upon seeing a figure follow the creek and then enter the woods, she thinks it may be one of those foes. but as she draws closer, those thoughts fall away. it is too big and brawny, and it smells of wolf.

a comrade. . .perhaps. unless it trends more toward the Saints and their ilk.

Avicus follows, eventually giving a chuff in her direction when she is within shouting distance. her scent is unfamiliar—of damp and trees, like the small forests within the valley. but the company she keeps, at least by smell, Avicus doesn't know.

hello, she greets, moving up to stand alongside—albeit from a distance. her indigo eyes cut into the stranger, keen and curious. who are you?