Barrow Fields cold day in hell

The mounds of this place were not like hills although they certainly made the terrain uneven. But there was an eerie feeling that persisted that she could not shake from her ruff that made Heph unsure whether to linger or flee. Normally she would head towards the source of her fear but the entire place just seemed to be uncanny to her, the ground itself too solid for its uneven surface like froth and bubbles on the waves. But she was curious and wandered and ranged the place until she all but stumbled upon someone else who had evidentially found a place to eat. "Good place for a kill," Her voice was high but even though nothing had changed from easy joking tone she usually adopted somehow the air felt like it carried it differently. Somehow the sight of a canine with a blood-soaked muzzle fit well with he feeling, but she was not sure she could settle down to eat. "but eating in this place just might have me losing my apptetite." There was enough of a self-deprecating laugh at the end to provide some indication she meant no offense but she kept the distance comfortable. Just like there was something off with these hills there was something off about this wolf too - perhaps not quite a wolf.