Shadowwyn Moor Scorpius

Esma was not a kid, who wandered around much. The very prospect of even going so far as to not being able to see the safety of her leg of the woods horrified her. Nothing bad had ever happened to her, but the world of the unknown was so much bigger than she was comfortable with. She knew every tree, creek and corner in Lost Creek hollow and they all gave her a frame, a sense of structure and routine to her daily life. Outside was chaos and therefore not considered safe. 

Yet as it happens with all young wolves, there was a seed of curiousity in her as well. Most of the time she kept it well hidden and tame, but occasionally Esma would spot something that she liked or an item, which's soul she would want to take with her. Then she would test, how far she was comfortable going from the Riverclan's borders, and stayed within that distance. How could she tell? If her heartbeat was steady and panic was not rising in the pit of her stomach, then she was fine. 

She had been drawn to Shadowyn moors by the howling sound. It had always been there - sometimes louder, sometimes more quiet - but up until today she had told herself a story of a pack of angry ghosts living there. Screaming out their protest to the world and ready to... do something nasty to anyone, who happened to be in the vicinity. So she had decided that she was ready not only to listen to them, but see them in the faces as well.

Therefore around midnight she carefully left the warmth of her mother's side and slunk towards the borders. Then directed herself towards the moors, where the howling today was pretty low-level. Which Esma considered to be a good thing, because she figured that one's connections with the supernatural should begin step-by-step. When almost there, however, her step slowed, until she came to a halt and cast a glance over her shoulder. She no longer felt sure. 

What if the ghosts did not want to be seen or found? It seemed like such a good excuse to turn on her heel and leave. But - no. Not tonight. She steadied herself, drew in a deep breath, exhaled and ran those remaining hundred of feet to the place. She stopped, she looked and grew concerned. The howling was still there, but no one was visible.