Mist Spire

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      Grey paws thundered across the rain sodden ground as the thick tendrils of mist wove through half dead trees. The boggy peat squelched as the wolf ran with the mist, her determined and fearful gaze fixed ahead of her. Her thick coat swayed as her ice blue eyes darted around, searching for something. A deep ravine loomed ahead of her, dark and foreboding. Drawing in her breath, the she wolf picked up even more speed and leaped gracefully into the air. For a moment it seemed as though she were flying, the wind gently whipping her grey coat around her. She closed her eyes and began to rapidly plummet into the silent darkness, vanishing from view. A few moments later, a black wolf stalked out of the mist and stared hard into the depths of the ravine. He gave a low growl and his silver eyes turned black, the mist swallowing him into it's depths and sliding away into the trees.
      The she-wolf crept warily through the hazy fog that filled the ravine. A tall dark shape rose from the shadows, towering above her. She cautiously stood and approached it, making sure her pawsteps remained silent. The fog cleared slightly when she reached the shadowed entrance, allowing her a glimpse of the weathered stone walls. With one last glance behind her, the grey wolf padded into the tower.

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