Blacktail Deer Plateau lxii. i'm just a shell of who i was before

the woman's howl reminds her of someone.  her grasp on the silhouetted memory disappears the closer the other woman got.  before she even had a chance to introduce herself, cerulean's blood had run cold.  she knew that smell anywhere.  she would never forget.

moonglow.

the woman kept her fangs sheathed, and though a ripple of fear coursed through cerulean, she kept herself tidy.  she would not show fear.  but she was not certain how to handle this.

good day, miss lótë.  i am marina, of the druids.  she bows her head in deep respect.  it is good to meet you.  she swept a nervous paw against the slush.  i have been to moonglow.  you have a good home.  a protected one.