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ashe I've got a jet black heart And there's a hurricane underneath it it Pawsteps were skillfully silent as the black shewolf padded through the dry and desolate outskirts of this new prison. Thats what this place was, wasn’t it? Like Northaven, there was a border that kept her hemmed in, away from a large world she wanted into - out of here. The difference between this place and Northaven, of course, is that there was a way out back in that settlement. Here? There was no top of the wall, no gate built in where a giant beast had broken through, no stream that ran through a grate beneath, no catacombs that tunneled beneath - so far as she knew. She wondered if anyone had tried to tunnel beneath the strange barrier, or if even underground people were struck dead by it if they drew too near. Of course, Ashe was keeping a wary distance from that imposing magnetic field she’d heard so much about. She trot horizontally to the barrier, sharp golden eyes flickering to gaze at the lush world she could make out beyond. One ear remained turned to the side and the other pricked forward as she moved, head low as she carefully inspected what she could without drawing too near. Ashe did not like being trapped in here. Everyone was so content to just make this their home, the way everyone had been, she had been, back in Northaven. She wasn’t doing that again. She wasn’t going to put down infected roots. There was a bigger world out there, and she was going to get out and get herself lost in it. Out. The she wolf was reasonably certain that the spire, the gods, and the barrier were all connected. Did the spire create the barrier? Charge it? Did it trigger it? Was it the key to its collapse? Did it contain information, a door to the way out? The jet black wolf snuffed as she thought, her eyes lingering on that border. She had found no irregularities yet. The outskirts of this shithole were as gray and barren as the rest of it (save for that glade she was rapidly growing attached to), and she cast a quick glance to the distant farms - skinny cattle milled on the horizon, the fields themselves either already harvested or about to be. Beyond that lay the distant woodlands she had gotten to know perhaps too well, the wolf having resided within them for weeks. Ashe returned her sidelong glance to the border, tail swaying behind her as she kept a careful ear and eye on that magnetic field she could practically feel reverberating in her bones. Her hackles had been bristled since she got there, but she wouldn’t leave. There was too much to learn, too much she needed to rule out. The assassin would learn everything she could about this barrier. Ashe wanted out.