Flower 🌼

Sweet, soft spoken Flower. She spent most of her time in the pack as a recluse, foraging for herbs and making them into salves and cures. The Dreamworld and Serene's gift seemed to catch her off guard like it did most of the camp. 

But the more the Twin Realms blended together, the more distant Flower seemed to grow. Often huddled away in her makeshift den of pelts she seemed to draw away from Leyhollow. Unless someone came looking to Flower for a cure, she sought no one. She ate what was left at her doorstep, but never hunted herself. The sociable female faded away. 

Incense burned regularly from her quarters and she could often be heard muttering to herself before lunar cycles. When Serene came to her to ask if there was anything wrong, the soft healer spoke of nightmares with a dismissive air and sent the lead on her way.

And then, as a Blood Moon loomed within the next few weeks...Flower was just gone. Her workshop left in nothing but ruins, claw marks on the ground, and she was gone. 

But the nightmares never faded. They chased Flower no matter where she ran. Until standing as a lone wolf on the edge of the desert she was met by another. Wits and smarts could only get her so far, she was weak compared to the world around her, but this one had the brawn... Beast, he claimed. And like her he knew all too well the Third Realm. The Land of Nightmares.