Traitors Tor Nowhere we can hide

so they dug your grave and the masquerade

Where the hell was she? All she knew was that she didn't want to lead the coyotes home. Morganna had offered to send someone with her but she had refused, it was straight forward enough. Keep heading east until she hit the mountain and then she'd be home, but the coyotes had spooked her and she tried to head north to seek shelter in the Willows... but she didn't find the Willows. She overshot it by a long way, found herself in a creepy forest full of bones and just kept walking, this way and that, and now a vast expanse of open ground stretched out before her. It was like the meadow and rise but different. Foreign. Terrifying.

The young wolf swallowed thickly. She had promised Greer she wouldn't be too long... what? Months ago now? She should have known something like this would happen, and now she was too embarrassed to go back, even if she managed to figure out up from down... Nonna's old gods she was useless, and an embarrassment to the Archer name. She threw a glance over her shoulder, wondering if the coyotes were still coming after her even now. Urgh. She doubted they were far behind. They never were.

will come calling out all the mess you've made

Hope its okay to drop Raleah in here

like a bird on a wire

i have tried in my way to be free

The young wolf had walked for ages, at least it felt that way. How long had it been since he left the Way? He wasn't really sure, he knew it been still been snowy. So a few months? Bright yellow eyes would look around, were where he? The land around him was mostly open, and appeared to be inhabited by animal life even though he had yet to meet some. Eyes drifting over the open land he found himself stopping at an odd hill to his left, it was quite a distances away but not too far after all he could see the odd formation of rocks from here. It looked odd, strange, evil! What would Infiniti do if he saw such a place? Felt this cold feeling from the wind.  He explored it, see if he could find its source and defend the world from the darkness! That after all was his mission, but what about his other mission from Lady Everly? Infinite would never abandon a mission, but he was quite sure that the dark wolf would not let his looming darkness stand without trying to defeat it. Besides he wasn't going to abandon Lady Evely mission, he keep on the search once this was taken care of.

It was time for Infiniti to do his duty, and the mighty Lord Infiniti never abandoned his duty.

Stepping forth, head held high and tail slight raised behind him he moved towards the hill. Dark paws could climb the steep sides and red eyes would look over the sparsely plants on the ground. Evil had certainly taken root, he could tell from the lifeless ground.  After all, Infiniti knew much of the world, he'd traveled it for years and knew how evil looked. Eyes would look at the tall stone columns with a guarded glance as if he expected something to jump from their top or their shadow. Eyes would soon land on a dark figure, narrowing as he came to a stop.

A young lady, in a dark dress. But was she really so or was this the dark magic of another witch. He seen the wicked magic of a witch before, how it could trick any man or woman. The wicked Juliet was after all one of his mightiest foes. Moving closer, body falling a bit more neutral in stance. Charging at darkness was an effective strategy, but dragonesses ability to change and hide made it difficult to tell friend from foe. "Young Lady, what endues thee to this ope land and this monument of darkness? what endues that lady soft handeth to shiv'r and hath sent to speaketh of fear?" Infinite speaks, tone soft and melodic but his stance is slightly guarded ready to brace for impact should she prove to be no lady but the wicked form of darkness.

Svalla was panicking. She had wanted to spend a little time alone, to try to forget about her past, to put it back behind her where it should stay. She wasn't an antisocial wolf but alone she didn't have to worry about forgetting to hide herself, forgetting to keep her facade of a kind, innocent, perhaps a little naive, girl. And one of them was a white wolf! Her shoulders shook with fear, and her eyes were wide with terror, so she shut them. It didn't work. Her father still showed in her vision, haughty and excited by the young Svalla's plight. She tried to calm down, taking deep breaths. He's gone, she reminded herself. He's gone and he's never coming back. The side of her that wanted to act like a terrified rabbit ran around like a chicken with its head cut off screaming, But what if he finds me? What if he survived and is coming? What if he's that white wolf right over there? Her heart almost stopped dead at the thought. She wasn't too much more than fifty feet away from the man who killed her mother and tortured her for a year. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run away. But then he spoke. His voice sounded nothing like her father's. She heaved a sigh of relief. She hadn't noticed before because she was so terrified, but this wolf was smaller than her father.

She did the only thing she could do, and put on her disguise. "Hello!" she said, as cheerfully as possible.