Haunted Wood Strange circle

They didn't look quite right.

She knew it from afar, even as the child of such marred parents as she. Blueberry sauntered up to them with a chin set somewhere between wary and cocky, her indigo eyes drilling into them. She and Vesper had rested here, once; she wasn't all that fond of the place, but it was too close to. . .well. . ."home," for comfort.

Who're you? she barked at them, bristling. She remembered all too well her sister's injury. Not a wolf. . .or so she'd said. Maybe Vesper had lied, to alleviate her worry.

Mama and Dad weren't any help. So she had to do it all her own. Even if it wasn't necessary.