After the ghost and his companion relocated he soon found himself finding his way back to the strange woods swimming in a pool of blue mist, something drawing him back to the eerie surroundings. Once they had left their previous den in Secluded Spring, the boy had planned to avoid the many forests that surrounded their temporary home. Although being in a forest was ideal for a wolf – there was more coverage, as well as more places to hide – Lachesis had grown to like the open fields that scattered throughout Relic Lore. The forests that he had explored so far left a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach – there was the woods with the strange noises that whispered through the trees, and then the Wildwood which had half the trees blackened and reduced to ash. The boy remembered what his friend Capella had said about the group of rogues she lived with, so he tried to remain as close to the border of the Woods as he could. The last thing he needed was to be chased out by one of the rogues who weren’t as pleasant as the dandelion-eyed girl. He had returned to the area in hopes of bumping into her once more – he had promised that he would return, but there was no guarantee that she was lurking so close to the border. When Lachesis had first met the female (who had frightened him so much he had jumped several feet into the air) he had been far deeper into the forest. One of things that his blue-eyed companion had taught the ghost was to howl for desired members of a pack – in this case, a band of rogues – while at the border of their territory. However, Lach was still uncomfortable with this idea. When the time came to call for a leader he would be with Ana, and she would be doing the calling. So, instead of howling for his friend, the boy lurked the borders with his nose low, tail tucked against his hindquarters in preparation for an unpleasant rogue. |
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