Wandering close and partially on the direct border! Open to minor injuries!
As she ran from the boar, Miriam was embraced by the foggy day. A mist enveloping them, and with so the boar, confused and lost, wandered away after a disinterest. Alas though, she too was lost within this murky fog, but the scent of a pack was high within the air. If she remembered rightly, by the words of the first wolf she met ; they were Nightwalkers. She was wandering awfully closely by pure accident, but stumbled along the way and proved difficult on how to get out.
It was quiet, giving a nerve to even her, where momentarily she would pray to not the Goddess, but the Horned God for a safe path through this journey on attempting her way out of this madness of a thick white fog.
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