Phoenix Maplewood time falls like moonlight

There was silence, there was dreariness, and the forest was shrouded in mysteriousness. A fog hit the woods, and wandered deep within was a dark figure, skulking around with a keen, green gaze. Her head was low, as her long limbs moved forward with large, twitching ears. She could hear the crickets, the wind, and the sound of leaves rustling, but that was all. She could not hear the joyful tones of others, or the usual hunt of the day.

It seemed so empty, and her own silent nature did not help the situation. She walked, and walked, there was no aim, but a circle around, and around. The mist overtook her figure, as she continued in an endless loop around Morningside.