Through most the day Wiflor was excited about travel.  Always staring or gawking at the trees or watching the mule as it pulled the cart.  However as they made their way to the old fort her excitement slowly died down, her eyes set forward before they stopped in the ruins.  Old bones deep in the earth.  Lost blood soaked into stone.  Memories deeply etched into the land for only the planet to remember.  When they made it to the fort Wiflor became silent and still, even her tail refusing to move more then once or twice upon the minutes at hand.<br/><br/>Animals had a powerful sense for the paranormal and Wiflor's sixth sense was practically screaming at her as she listened and watched to nothing.  The memory of the land was so foul, so cruel.  Despair, Hope, Fear, Wrath, Anger, Happiness, Sorrow.  Both positive and negatives of both sides, yet it was upon the hour of turmoil that memories were deepest.  The hour of one's death would always be the worse of such a sign.  This was man's creation though?  Stone standing on stone, walls towering just as their cities, emotions all well known to their kind.<br/><br/>Could they not feel it?  Finally moving she watched Atticus and Cyrus speaking, one even laughing about the situation.  Perhaps humans were daft to the scars they themselves left?  Perhaps, or perhaps they chose to remain ignorant of it.  Little did she know Cyrus felt the memories.  Yet she watched it, noticing they would dare to set up their temporary homes in such a place.  Worse during the time of twilight when the moon itself chose to rise.   Flicking her tail finally she'd be done watching them, setting off towards the wall of the old fortress to start climbing higher and higher upon it, settling down at the top to watch outside the camp and inside at the same time.<br/><br/>She noticed that they were preparing meals but she would not be lured.  She would come down for the shortest time to partake of the bowl of beef before climbing up the wall to watch them.  In her hastes she wouldn't of even tasted the meat before resuming her watch.   Staring she would even note when Atticus move towards one of the temporary buildings to rest, her eyes closing a short moment in thought before looking out to watch the sight of something out in the distance.   Humans?  Her senses were driven wild and she could not be certain if they truly were or not.<br/><br/>It just seemed off...The three howls close by, two people showing up immediately after without any concern of approaching a group of travelers?  Something just seemed wrong.  Rolling over on the wall she'd continue to watch from above, her tail flicking as her eyes looked off and then back towards Cyrus and the two men.  Why did it seem off.   Her answer was given quickly as only one wolf called into the night rather then three.  Wiflor's hair would stand on end in that moment, leaping down without much care for heights and landing with what seemed a harsh thud.<br/><br/>Crawling on all fours after the landing she'd begin to move towards Cyrus before rising to stand on her hind legs and continue her approach.  In truth it wasn't about Cyrus but rather to keep an eye on the two who came upon them.  Three howls becoming one, two appearing in the dead of night.  Cyrus was not the only nervous individual of the camp for Wiflor too would be on edge, gathering a scent now that she was back on the ground and within at least some range of the two who came near.  How did humans survive this long?  She couldn't know...<br/><br/>If she even gathered the slightest hint of a wolf like scent upon them, or gathered a sense of ill intent then chaos was sure to ensue.