Emberwood I can't Stand it they always leave

Elphie enjoyed hunting. As much as she hated that it often took her far from Nox, she found peace in it; hunting was a purpose without end, a routine to fall into when she didn't know what else to do. It gave her meaning when she found that nothing made sense, not even her own thoughts.

But she loved company too, and when she crossed the same trail of wolf scent for a third time, found her attention finally diverted from hunting. She was curious. Elphie pursued the trail until it turned fresh, until she could hear the pawsteps of the other woman, until she caught glimpses of her through the trees. Hello? She called out amiably, trotting forward to meet the stranger. A dark-furred woman; she looked as if she'd been crying recently. Oh, are - are you alright?