Jade Fern Grove valar dohaeris

this was it, wasn’t it?

the she-wolf had sobeille pinned to the ground. with a scream, sobeille fought back — but it wasn’t until later that she wondered after the bruise on her cheek.

suddenly, the she-wolf released her. stunned by this, sobeille sprung to her feet and watched as the woman, with a faraway look in her eyes, tottered between sheaths of old stone.

sobeille knew she should run, but against her better judgment she followed at a distance. when the woman sat down in a bed of moss, she said something that didn’t make sense to sobeille — but the last words to leave her lips were decipherable, and earned a strained, dark look from the girl.

she rubbed the cut on her cheek with a frown. the stranger had not moved in some time — and the pervasive scent that emanated from her signaled rapid cell death.

spooked by her encounter, sobeille fled rivenwood.