Bonesplinter Ravine There is so much that I want to say

hope you don't mind me! <3

bone skitter and scatter beneath his paws; clattering against one another in a haunting orchestra that leaves mithra with a soft shiver slithering down his spine. it was evident enough that the muds here: slick and wet, have claimed many and more lives. mithra does not look too closely at the bones he steps on; pleading that ignorance ( in this case ) was evidently best.

though it was morbid curiousity that had first drawn him to the ravine as he passes thru these strange lands, it is an unsettling feeling of being watched that makes him want to flee.

a pale figure rises from the drab colors of the ravine, reminding mithra for the briefest of moments of a ghost. only, she appears very corporeal and after a moment of hesitation, he lets out a low chuff to garner her attention.