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ashe I've got a jet black heart And there's a hurricane underneath it it Ashe scented Celosia on the wind before she called out. Her ear turned away from the barrier as both perked forward, her head picking up to lock sharp eyes on the woman approaching. The wolf slowed her pawsteps to a walk and watched her, narrowing her eyes just slightly. Often times, she spotted the former duchess thanks to her vibrant hair, but today she was covered in head to toe clothing, right down to wearing a hat. Why? It was strange to see her dressed that way, but it wasn't as if she could remark on it this way. She did flag her tail in greeting bristled hackles relaxing for a moment. Am I close? Ashe snuffed with a dip of her head - an oddly human expression in a wolf. Oh yes, it was absolutely time to be figuring out how to get out. Ashe hadn't explored everywhere yet, but it changed nothing. She was still trapped, still a fish in a barrel for the next enemy that decided they wanted her hide. She didn't know what was out there on the other side, didn't know why there was a barrier, but she intended to find her way out, one way or another. She tried not to think about whether or not anyone would go with her. Everyone she'd be leaving behind. The wolf glanced up at Celosia with an ear turned towards that barrier again, and she delicately pulled in the woman's scent. Off. There was something very distinctly different to how she smelled now compared to Northaven, and she couldn't quite pin down what it was. Similar to Archebold, and she wondered if it was because she spent so much time with him. Didn't she? Ashe nudged a broad shoulder against Cel's upper thigh, letting out a low sound from her chest and turning her head to the barrier. She didn't like it, didn't trust it. It did not feel like a barrier for their protection. If it was meant to protect them, would it kill the ones that strayed too near and lingered for too long? No, it felt more like something meant to trap them within. Why? She wondered where she would find those answers: the spire, the shrines, or the atheneum? She would be investigating all three... though the Spire perhaps later, when she was better prepared. She looked back up at Cel and let out a brief and low whine of discontent before lowering her head, angling her gaze as well as her ear towards the border. Did she know anything about it? Had she seen anything different, heard anything?