Haunted Wood be strong sweet little one

Actually, it was good that her sister didn't give her some shlocky spiel or words of wisdom. She wasn't in the mood for it. At the agreement, she felt a little better, and nestled closer to Vesper with another sigh—this one a little less heavy.

We should start our own pack, Blue said, a wry chuckle escaping her maw. But she was only half-joking. Things would be better with just the two of them, and maybe a select few others.

She glanced around, taking in the dimly-lit surroundings. Maybe not here. But somewhere.

The island. But right now, it seemed like the moon would be easier to reach than their birthplace.