Luneshale Pass Spirit

There were many wolves here. Too many. It wasn't often that Candle left the cave she shared with The Tribe, now that Zoug had brought her to it. She spent most of her time watching over S'ari, worrying endlessly.

But on occasion she felt the need to get away from it all. The sad, small state of their Tribe; the endless fear that S'ari would die, or worse, that she would suffer like this indefinitely. Forever. And there was nothing Candle could do, nothing!

So she left sometimes, when it felt as if her skull might explode from the sheer size of her fear and self-loathing. She explored the desert, took note of the changes. This one was the least welcome of them all.

Candle stayed at the outskirts of where the wolf-scent was most thick, bristling. She traced each scent trail she picked up, making mental note of all of them. Too many wolves, far too many. Of course, the ideal number was zero.