Blackfeather Woods I’m not dead I only dress this way.

Lilitu didn't typically wander off from Akashingo, but today she found herself across the plains and into the dark forest, which, frankly, gave her the heebie-jeebies. Why was she so restless? She couldn't parse it.

She was about to turn back and give up when the soft shuffling murmur of pawsteps caught her ear.

Hello? she called into the dim light, bristling, her shoulders hunching up her neck. Who's there? She'd thought this place was deserted. Evidently not; the scent of wolf hit her, and she wondered whether this had been a big old mistake on her part.