Once more the wanderer feels the pull to journey again and it takes her to a place far, far from what she knew. It was not the first time. The first being within the mountains, she was thankful for open, rolling land this time. At least that she was familiar with. Yet the heavy mist, weighing on her, like the darkness all around and it was cold... Far too cold for the likes of her, who typically when the sun fell in the desert, her body would be pressed to the warmth of golden sands. This time however, she was blessed with the presence of someone familiar at her side.

Jamila was cast a soft look. Her mouth opens, yet the words stolen from her each time she dare speak. This time was different. The glow in the sky which drew their path was faint. The air only feeling heavier. Dark pools scattered all around, revealing faces of herself, a darker self which caused a quiver in her bones. Something just didn't feel right but it was as though by no control, she pushed on.

Eventually, the haze displacing, revealing. A corpse half sunken into the earth, sitting upright in a twisted and sickening macabre head. Mouth and eyes glowing dimly from within. There were no voices. Not an ounce of encouragement. Only the haunting sunken corpse staring back at them.

Fear had become Phoenix Rising. Hesitance was all she needed in order to keep from having to get her paws dirty in this endeavor. Another wolf from their group began tearing into the side of the corpse. A second peering down its glowing mouth. The pheonix stayed back, watching, waiting as she allowed the others to do the work. A task not quite fitting for the priestress and so wouldn't if she hadn't a need to.