Dragoncrest Cliffs evil yours, evil mine.

dated for feb 22nd! keeping vaguey vague <3 tag for reference: @Yura

she arrived alongside the long slant of weakened morning sun, silvery motes of respiration curling over her dark muzzle.

the tangle was quiet; not even winterbirds lent their jovial twitter to the thorny place. sobeille drank in the still air, her throat raw and senses heightening as a realization seized her.

there were no scents here.

sobeille’s steps took on that of a fox — with alarm seizing her heart, she made for the rendezvous with every blade of fur along her spine lifted in unease.