by ice.cream.headache » Tue Oct 27, 2015 1:39 pm
A faint blue mist floats through the forest. The eerie fog making flowers wilt as it passes. The blue fog is a whisp-wolf, a foggy substance made from souls of wolves who have passed. The whisp throws back its head and howls, a low sad sound similar to the haunting beauty of a whale call, shaking the forest to its roots.