Dragoncrest Cliffs evil yours, evil mine.

some’ting be off. sobeille informed moongirl, rifling her gaze over yura’s bladed fur.

she paused at the foot of an old sequoia and tilted her thin muzzle back with deep breaths. saltwind flooded her senses, but little else.

should she howl? she scanned the tree cover above in careful thought:  calling would let her family know she was home — but it would also potentially broadcast her location to anyone else here.

someone — or something — had to happen to thin out sapphiqian presence here. sobeille sniffed at a stale odor at the base of the tree and realized not even val’s scent lingered among the leaves.

she looked to her friend in mutual dread, but then pressed on towards glintwater lake.