Silver Moraine picture i'm a dreamer, i'll take you deeper

sobeille thought many things in that moment, surprised to see athalia throw herself supine against the ground. there was a pause, and then a lurch forward -- as sobeille inspected the scents along athalia's ruff. someone wanted her dead.

who?

it pleases me to see your face. but it was not kukutux's voice that thrummed in the distant halls of her mind. the voice possessed an accent both familiar and strange.

an electric current pulsed from where athalia had touched her. sobeille's fur rose in ripples. who?