This place was dark, darker than the depths of the woods from where she came.
How did she get here, to this twisted reflection of the world?
If she'd looked harder, perhaps she would've noticed it, hiding away.
Storm-wolf's blood she carried, yet even that was not enough to warn her.
Into the woods she went, deeper and deeper.
Shards of land splintered off from the earth, floating lighter than feathers.
Never had she seen a land so broken and shattered.
Onwards she went, through the Mirror World.
Thorns ripped at her pelt and dug into skin, drawing deep red blood.
Finally she stopped, injured and gasping.
Open sky above her, a familiar-unfamiliar moon glowing silver.
Really, would you not be as afraid as her if you were just as lost, in unfamiliar lands?
"You're quite lost, pup," a voice began to speak.
Open fear was on her face, as around she turned for the source.
Upon a gnarled rock, a wolf of void and shadow sat.
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