The dreams, they happened again. Azalea felt this uncanny urge as she awoke. It was an urge to go out, and investigate what she saw in her mind. While her brood slept, she shook out her fur and left the den.

The safety of her family was important, so she had to see these fractures for herself…to find these runes that the voices told would help. This was the world they had right now. Its destruction would mean their own destruction…and the woman of blood and snow was not having it. She left without letting her children know, as she wished them no harm, but she did not hide herself from Leon. If he chose to come with, then so be it, but she did not compel him to come with. The decision was his own.

The mountain seemed unharmed, its trees still intact and the ground unharmed, though her poison green eyes still looked at each rock with suspicion. It wasn’t until. She got further down the mountainside, where the trees split so she could see the snow-touched land in the distance. The plains…they were different. Blue cracks were formed in the ground, and her jaw opened slightly in awe.

Quickly she moved then, red paws swift in the dim morning light. At the base of the mountain itself, where the plains meet, there was indeed a large fissure. Azalea’s den was south, next to the lake, so she had to move a bit north through the plains to finally reach the blue glow. Her eyes were wide like saucers as she was about 20 or so feet away from it, feeling an uncomfortable sense of dread coming over her.

Azalea stood still in this moment. Head high, features sharp, with nose tasting the air. How does one find these runes the voice spoke about? The dream…it was real. The proof was before her, and she had to do what she could to protect what was hers.