Already, Corvi had seen many strange things in this land. Pink flame, unnatural darkness, and a man who followed a woman like a pale shadow along the path of a river. It was not her business, yet a mix of curiosity and concern tugged at her. As he followed the other, so Corvi took to following him. And the stranger the story became.

Her own small frame, dark and wiry, blended easily with the deep shadows. She moved through the bare undergrowth in near silence, winter's muffling snowfall obscuring her steps. She needed answers. Answers, to what this place was. To where the ones she held close had gone. So far, no one had offered her any. This mystery of the suspicious man occupied a mind that would otherwise gnaw itself in circles. Thus she followed.

She suspected he would become aware of her presence, at some point, but he never did. Not that she could see, anyways. His pursuit continued; until, finally, she decided enough was enough.

"What are you doing?" she asked the white-furred wolf. She stepped from the shadows towards him, eyes hard.

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