The Pining Frost | Part Six

"There is still no sign of Saelith.

Not the sound of her footsteps, nor the warmth of her voice.

I followed her prints until they staggered, one step sinking deep into the black soil as if she lost her stride, but then a few paces further the shapes become... Wrong.

Larger shapes danced with hers, the prints of a malformed claw stretched beyond the limits of the wild dogs that frequent the area. I have seen some large beasts in my time, but these prints sink deeper into the earth and resemble fingers that stretch in a way that could dwarf my shield.

I know her foot steps like my own. Something was with her.

I saw no signs of blood, nor her visage frozen within the frost like the few birds encrusted to the low hanging branches of the barren trees.

Just now, if I strain my eyes, I see the flashing of lights in the treeline.

It is getting closer.

- B."