Shadow Hearts Colored in Blue

The whispering voices that seemed to live and come from the shadows had made her unable to hear any approaching steps. It was only out of luck that the call of the darkness seized to whisper to her just when the new wolf began to speak. To any other wolf, the voice may seem eerie or even frightening, but Sen was not one to be so easily spooked. Her head turned towards the sound, her outward expression seemingly bored, but a glint of amusement danced behind her bright eyes. She took in the appearance of the other, her mind pointing out similarities before anything else. They were both shrouded in pelts the color of a raven's feathers, though the others was marked with scars and Sen held a small white patch upon her chest. When her optics moved to meet that of the other, she grinned at the glow they held. They reminded her of a glowfly's light, despite being yellow instead of a green color. The outward similarities made Sen wonder if they were close to the same on the inside as well.

“Are you blind? Incapable of seeing what I'm doing with your own two eyes? Must suck to be impaired,” the soot colored woman said, not caring about how her words might effect the other. “If you must know, though, I'm here simply to get a closer look.” She had been drawn to the forest by her fascination, but it was a different kind from the one that had drawn her to the Glacier. The Glacier reminded her of home, of a place she could live on with ease. The Woods, however, reminded her of a distant memory, one of which she had no recollection of. Just fragments drifting through her mind, nothing more nor less than that.