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Amaranth · 4/30/2025, 5:33 PM

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After a few moments, the High Augur realized she was not alone beneath the starlight.

First came the familiar, strange-pitched voice of Glitch — the young Ghoul. The wraith would turn her head, her labyrinthine eyes glittering with welcome as she watched him approach. Amaranth's paces would slow, her wavering golden frame turning to greet the smaller wolf that carried that familiar, burning scent.

Somehow, still, it smelled better than the cursed lake.

Glitch, my little Ghoul, she would croon, smiling softly toward him.

And before long, another familiar figure. The stalwart, Fleetwood, she would add in greeting, turning her smiling face and dipping her muzzle in a practiced, formal gesture. The High Augur went to open her mouth to inquire more from her packmates, however, she was interrupted by the influx of foreign words — words drilling directly into her mind. Amaranth would wince, shrinking down a bit as the words boomed loudly, echoing through her head in that familiar, dreamy voice.

But soon ... she understood the gibberish ...

Her vision wavered, her mind visualizing a familiar place. Where was that? The sunning rocks? She did not know for sure, but it felt familiar ... and as quickly as the vision and voice were present, they were gone. And there was nothing but the sound of silence and the distant rumble of the angry waterfall. Amaranth shook her head, blinking as she turned her gaze up toward her packmates ... there was inquiry there ... bewilderment brewing behind her eyes.

Did they hear that? Did they see that?

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