[Nyeh, okai. c:. I'm gonna just make Lun wandering around.]
A light grey shape sat on the ground, still, silent, and alert. It's ears swiveled painstakingly slow as they tried to detect any sounds around. After a few more moments of silent waiting, the shape burst into life. The wolf pounced up and began sniffing the air. A pair of light, sapphire blue wings stretched slightly as the canine walked about in a forest. The eyes of the canidae glinted and shimmered under the moonlight as it looked up. Mud splorked and squished under it's feet as it took a few more steps. Spotting a rock, the wolf climbed atop and looked to the sky with no real intentions. After a few moments of thinking, the azure wings spread out as the small canine began to fall backwards, but not on accident. Landing with a splorch, the small she-wolf looked to the sky again, the mud staining her coat. She'd passed an odd area earlier, with metals and odd trinkets, but she never stopped to look at it in detail. She just snuck around it the best she could. Her front paws, the same blue color as her wings, dangled in the air as she eyed the bracelet she wore.
It brought back memories, of the sudden, unbearable pain, of the bloodlust she saw in those eyes, and then the kindness she was given. The grey wolf wriggled around, trying in vain to get comfortable in the chilly mud, eventually settling down. She didn't bother fiddling with the pendant the cult had given her. Whoever had told the Cult of the Pheonix about her death, she never had the chance to thank them for telling the odd group of magic.