Blackfeather Woods searching every room, I am not free

Nephele didn’t impersonate a log often, but when she did, she tripped people.

Today, she tripped a crazy person. It happens. More often than you think, really. She’d generally been trying to catch her breath and get her bearings after being used as a prop when the wolf spun and she...well.

Shrieked, shot to her feet, and got the hell away. Six feet at least, eyes wide as globes.

UH-! Fuck, why did today of all days have to be the one she tripped someone with a complex? The gods had a sense of fucked up humor, and Nephele was realizing more and more than she was the punchline. Her tongue flicked out nervously to drag across the pad of her nose. They couldn’t rain check the crazy for when she was in a better state of mind, could they?

Uh, I just wanted to go for a walk, I didn’t know this was your place, I’ll just goooooooo-! Back away slowly, avert eye contact Nephele, you aren’t dying today.