[It is late and she is without someone to direct her to safety. The night is young to her, and calls to her whims. She lingers inside of it's shadows, and walks about the forest wake. When the howling comes out into the forest, she turns slowly. Seemingly interested in who is singing, the ghosts that talk to her tell to her: It is a she thing... She is calling for other wolves.... Go see her...
The intention of the dead who lingered in the forests like wisps that took shapes within the shadows beneath her feet. Did not know why the wolf howl'd. They were curious and perhaps annoyed of the howling all the same. It took some time, but Robyn would notice that there were no howling returned. No birds speaking. No sounds within the forest that stirred, aside from her entrance to meet her. They were scared of the woman, and the aura she brings.
A slow walk, potentially looking as if she were a haunting menacing woman. In the dark of the night. Her voice is gentle and lowly, speaking to the wolf howling.]
... Why do you sing...? Why do you call....? The forest.... It is asking...
C. I'm Running with the Wolves Tonight
The intention of the dead who lingered in the forests like wisps that took shapes within the shadows beneath her feet. Did not know why the wolf howl'd. They were curious and perhaps annoyed of the howling all the same. It took some time, but Robyn would notice that there were no howling returned. No birds speaking. No sounds within the forest that stirred, aside from her entrance to meet her. They were scared of the woman, and the aura she brings.
A slow walk, potentially looking as if she were a haunting menacing woman. In the dark of the night. Her voice is gentle and lowly, speaking to the wolf howling.]
... Why do you sing...? Why do you call....? The forest.... It is asking...