Silverlight Terrace Magic, madness, heaven, sin

She spotted the friendly form coming towards her, and she halted her steps. She thought she would be nervous meeting strangers after the blackfeather incident, but his body language held no aggression, and the empath found herself reverting to her friendly ways as she began to move again, stopping when she was close enough to speak. Hello, she greeted amiably, a kind smile crossing her face as she spoke. She sniffed the air a little and noticed he smelled of others, but it was not a pack scent she was familiar with. That was odd; she knew the scents of most of the packs in the area, so she wondered where he might be from. First things first, though--she would wait for his return greeting before bombarding him with her curiosity.

Suddenly, she was hit with a wave of wariness, memories of the blackfeather incident swarming her mind then and freezing her momentarily in place. When she was able to move again, she stared at the stranger, her blood rushing in her ears. Then she took off, taken over by a rare moment of fear. She wouldn't stop running until she safely crossed the Moonspear borders.