Cedarwood Forest if i could go back in time

RE;The moon has turned a blood red and the forest is covered in a dense fog. Have the ghosts of Relic Lore decided to return?

You're just a lonely soul soon to be forgotten

Jayse seemed to be on one endless search or another. Since sleep only came easy during the daylight hours, she had a lot of time. There was so many things she needed to do. With it being the season of red,gold, and orange she knew exactly where she wanted to go. The pale wolf craved the familiar. It was the reason she was here in the realm of cedar wood, knowing where her paws were taking her.

The pieces of her heart were scattered, a lot of them wandering, but this one place had a great bit of it and should still be untouched. By the help of the setting sun, she sought the resting grounds of her two sons. The wolfess was bittersweet about the idea of being here alone. At least she had made it, after all the time she had longed to be sure they were still undisturbed.

Sure enough as eyes laid upon the boulders, and stones the only thing different seemed the height of the vegetation dotting the ground. The lady's mouth curved into a fragile smile, and she breathed in the scent of the cedars she had sorely missed. "I miss you," she whispered, wishing they had had the chance to reach adult hood. Have so many more adventures. Jayse had always had a tiny belief maybe they had never wanted to grow up and they got to be pups a little longer or something. Since she was here, she reclined to her haunches. Silently, paying her respects, and replaying memories in her head.

What a while she sat. It was long enough that the air soon became cold, and white mist began to thicken along the forest floor. Above her head the moon was not silver, but crimson. Suddenly, she didn't feel any more peace, but fear. The once noble wolf began backing away from the graves, her mismatched eyes trying to make out something familiar in her old home. The fog kept slithering closer it seemed to eat away her courage, and her sense. She no longer knew which way she had come, and let out a sharp whine. It was a sound for help.