Barrow Fields she sells sea shells

rusalkan's alpha was a frequent visitor of the barrows, but even then the strange mounds never ceased to strike a faint quiver of apprehension in her. she believed them to be monuments of a past race long forgotten, and she often kept her business in the fields swift, eager to return to the familiarity of the sound.

scrounging around for moss, caiaphas watched as a lone figure moved across the plains' expanse, its attention turned seaward. at first she mistook the distant form to be that of aure, but the scent was was unfamiliar. from the wind, caiaphas could detect it to be a female, but little else. stashing the pitiful collection of moss at the mouth of a mound, caiaphas slunk warily towards the figure.

she was not one to seek company, particularly the company of a stranger, but in light of recent events with drageda, the sylph could not be too careful. holding her tail level with her hips, the siren coursed after maegi just as the wind explosively changed direction, bringing her scent right to the pale she-wolf and thus exposing her presence.