Phantom Hollow Gaze at me instead

The first thing that Maiken noticed was the silence. The sound of nothing, no life, no rivers, nothing. Every step was loud in the silence. Every breath harsh. Fog lay along her black fur, misty and wet. Growing heavier with each tiny paw step.

She sniffed gently at a few of the dead trees, grasped some of the moss. That she could use. It made her feel eerie here in this dead place. Maiken found solitude in sickness and death, when she could ply her trade or bury what her trade couldn't fix. 

However, even this was more than she could handle. Even where death was, there was always something alive nearby, but here. Nothing. Emptiness. She quickly tugged at some of the moss, and hurried her tiny body towards another place.