Barrow Fields Arsonist's Lullabye

Backdated to Oct. 10th. The morning after the conclusion of this thread.
For Briar Cayde! (can't get the tag to work sob)

A brisk trot through the fields was just the remedy Grackle needed after whatever the hell had happened back in those woods. She settled into a gallop, long legs pumping beneath an obsidian frame, carrying her swiftly over the terrain. The wind sliced through her fur, whispering a soothing melody in her large ears. This felt better, more like herself. She could sense her heart returning to its regular rhythm and her lungs welcoming each breath without restraint. The unexplained foolishness that had gripped her earlier was nothing but a distant memory now.

There was something odd about this place, Grackle noticed as she continued on in the direction opposite Sapphique's territory. Something that urged her to quicken her pace and keep close watch on her surroundings. But the wind revealed no scents to her outside of the sweet grasses and distant sea. No. That wasn't true. In an abrupt halt, she skidded to a stop, leaving a noticeable groove in the soft earth beneath her sturdy paws. There was someone else. Another wolf. She spun around, emerald eyes scanning the surroundings with an intense focus. The feeling of solitude that had accompanied her for so long seemed to shatter here on this mysterious coast. Wolves appeared to converge upon this place from every direction. Was this some meeting ground she wasn't aware of? What was going on?