Deepwood Weald Beauty in the Fog

Focusing on her song the hairs on the back of her neck pricked up as she heard a squeaky voice call into the fog. She wasn't quite sure what made the call. Perhaps a smaller animal or her subconscious, something about the tone made her think it may not be a wolf. Perhaps with herself distracted and listening to her own voice she had heard the call wrong Paeon thought to herself.

"It's Paeon... or rather my name is Paeon," she spoke into the fog. Not quite sure what direction to speak to. "And who are you?" she asked curiously keeping her ears peeled as to pinpoint its origin.