Sent For By Wise Woman

Wise woman sent for her the usual way. Dream summons. Marna headed to the mystical cliffs at first inkling of dawn. Lucan followed of course, being her main wolf-worshipper. They walked in a hypnotical, rhythmic way, relishing their silence. A nocuous smell met them at the grasslands. Lucan sniffed curiously but lingered not when he saw his Mistress ignore the dead thing that had recently been exhumed. Marna and Lucan, her wolf, were chosen soulmates at birth- formidable But together, today, as seasoned as they were, Lucan felt invincible too. Marna stopped suddenly, and lifted her index paw. Lucan ran his ears up. Something was watching; they both felt it. The only movement was the grass. Armed with a nice new stabber, Marna stood immobile, listening. She and Lucan both reveled in the cold sanctity of the grasslands. Lucan’s ears were up, full throttle, and he was surveying to the west, So Marna surveyed to the east. Nothing yet. She sensed it behind the waterfalls. Whatever it was had the potential to morph into something worse. Should she shape-shift? She listened hard, feeling spirit strongly with her. Not yet, her ancestors told her, get there first. Transmogrification takes A lot of energy. She felt strongly she needed to retain all the strength she could. She nodded to Lucan and they went together as one to face their destiny.