With Aegir spending the day with his father and Kyrios doing explorations of his own, Pip was left to her own devices. Having heard of a nearby spring that housed fish in the warmer season, the little mute opted to hunt it down while carefully skirting any areas that scented heavily of White Fur Notch wolves. Though she would not be opposed to visiting with any, it was difficult without a translater - and last time hadn't gone so smoothly so she thought it best to just avoid interaction altogether.
Picking her way delicately through the forest, Pip enjoyed the time to herself. Or tried to. Her thoughts were heavy with worries for her family, namely Aegir. He was growing up too fast and she felt she was already failing as a mother in so many ways. He was alive. She could claim that, at least. But would he grow to be a good wolf? Or would he become a terror like the green-eyed demon that had plagued her and Kjell? He was young now and rebellious and so ready to be an adult in his own mind. She longed to tell him to slow down. To enjoy his puppy year while he had it. To not be in such a rush to be in charge.
She was so caught up in her own mind that Pip wasn't fully aware when the fog had started coming in. But when she realized it was there, it was coming fast and brought with it a chill that left her hackles lifted. The air was so filled with it that she couldn't even smell past it. Perhaps it was that her thoughts had taken such a dark turn that left her seeing dark shapes circling in the periphery of her vision. The mute tucked her tail and twisted to face whoever was there head-on, but each time she turned, the shadows would dart around to her other side.
Coming this way on her own seemed like a bad idea after all... But the fog was so thick that she had lost her bearings and had no idea from which direction she'd come. Had the thought of that demon summoned him back?