The forest was too still.

Although the branches bent in the wind, there was no actual sound. No bird, No insect, No life. It was just the cold, harsh whisper of unease and emptiness in my mind as Kira was gone.

My claws dug into the bark of the pine beneath my fingers as I tried to ground myself.. tried to think, to map out a proper plan as to how I would find and get her back to me. But the scent... her scent, it was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It was clinging to the bark of ...