From the gathering of wolves, she had trailed down the slopes and towards the forest; she could not say why, only that she knew such a place seemed to vibrate with energy. She felt a wrongness in the dark shadows of the trees, a perversion of their world in the sound of the leaves as they rustled together. Whereas she had felt strange and disconcerted in the mountains, she had suddenly felt true discomfort and fear in the forests as she lead herself through the tangled systems of roots and fallen branches.

Still, she knew she ought to go; she felt her brother nearby, her voice letting out short bleats of summoning for him. She crawled through the shadows, deeper and deeper into the forests, her eyes wide with searching. He would have felt it too, she knew. Something wrong, something entirely unbalanced - something broken. It was no longer just him but something greater, something more pernitent to them all and yet, its meaning could not be grasped. It made her skin crawl as she finally settled herself into a small clearing; around her, several logs had been felled, claw marks across their length. They leaned in, crashed together, a skeleton of the forest that seemed to encompass her. This was the place.

Despite her reluctance, she settled into the centre; she sat, her fur on edge as she let out another ominous howl for Thoth. They had something to discuss. Of all the wolves in Moladion, she knew her brother would be the one to truly understand.