Moonspear Every road to recovery starts at the breakdown

Mira's new favorite hobby was stalking. She didn't just enjoy it; she was good at it, or as good as a wolf of her age could be. She would find some relative or another, and with the aid of her small size and shadowy coloration, follow at an overkill of a distance to ensure her game would go undisturbed. Today she stalked Yama curiously, always keenly aware of the border ever since Hydra's warnings. She would never follow them beyond there. 

The serpent hid herself between or behind rocks, stony ledges and ferns- and while she was still picking her way quietly downward towards the woman several yards ahead, a great howl erupted for Hydra. The girl's eyes widened at once, and she sunk lower, still shifting forward at the pace of a sloth. There in the mist below- the fallen zombie of an uncle, or perhaps something already dead. Dressed in shadows of foliage cover, her golden gaze speared outward, unmoving. Upon Revui.