Naaghai Lowlands Mist

It was night again, and Candle was afraid. She had never liked the dark. In solitude she found it particularly harrowing, and so the darkling coyote crept across the sands searching for one of her companions. She whined softly into the darkness, following their scents.

Whoever she found first would receive only a brief whine as a warning before Candle attempted to plant herself firmly underneath them. She was undemanding in her search for refuge, though trembling and quite desperate.