The Moon's Arc

During their discussion she looks to the moon with pleasing eyes. Please give us guidance. The remaining sliver of moon almost seemed to flicker as dark night clouds drift over it, shrouding them in darkness. A resounding "No".  The moon turns his back on us. She looks back down with a frown when a gentle breeze wafts through the pack, carrying a strange smell. MoonSong sniffs. And sniffs. It's a gross smell, "fennex was that you?" She says with a grossed out shake of her head, but then catches the underlying scent of blood. That irony smell. "Smells....like death..." she whispers after smelling a little longer. 

They cannot wait until sunrise. Something in her body screams urgency as she is quick to her paws and starts pacing with unsure whimpers. Like a frightened dog in a thunderstorm. What do I do? What do i do? Wha--

"we have to move now. now-now-now." her hurried words almost laced with panic. "this has to be done now. No more time. There's, not enough time." the panic in her blood is not her own. When looked closely, beneath her is a shadow not her own. How is there a shadow without light?

"Sirhaan, stay with someone during the fight, for your sight hasn't returned. forgive me as well, their thoughts are loud. You two, the guards will attack on sight. Savagely. Don't use your fangs. Offensive Magic or any items should do it." her body and mind spoke. Goodbye sister... was the ending mental voice. The shadow is gone. Her pacing stops. She blinks confused and shakes her head. Had...she been possessed?

Sirhaan nods, “It’s okay. I’ll try my best not to let it get to me. Will we be headed there now then?”

She nods and climbs back up the hill she came down from and gazes ahead at the dark forest. She shuts her eyes tightly as her ears fall back. It has to be done. The bloodline is tainted. When she opens her eyes, they are hard with resolve. "Let's go." She says and leads the small pack toward the forest.

Once they got to the treeline, she looks back and awaits for the others before heading in.

Ursus follows along, staying near to MoonSong and Sirhaan with his spear locked in his jaws. Ready for the inevitable combat that is to come.

Moonsong trailed deeper into the woods, following the awful smell until she comes to a large hollow dead tree. He body on defensive, she creeps forward.

"Brother?" She half whispers. A sick laugh is her response as a red ice wolf saunters out from the tree. Blood ran from his eyes like tears, and dripped out his hanging mouth.

Her nose crinkles in disgust at the sight of her litter-mate. Without warning, he charges at her. She barely dodges his attack, throwing herself to the ground in a roll to come up where he once stood.

Quickly grabbing the hilt of the daggar in her fangs, she flings it at Darius, who barely even flinches when it lodges itself into his chest, and continues his onslaught of wild attacks.