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K and Kris (that eccentric author that Cookie thinks is friends with K, she isn’t really sure) have been investigating... something. Cookie is entirely sure what’s going on, she just knows that a girl in one of her classes has disappeared recently, and there’s absolutely no trace of her.
So, here she is, wandering through Fogfield Woods. Considering this place is known for disappearances, back in the early 1900s or so according to history classes she doesn’t pay attention in, she figures this is the right place to look.
Cookie also realizes she probably shouldn’t have strayed too far from the normal path, because she’s hopelessly lost.
Maybe I should’ve had someone come with me... She thinks with a quiet sigh, leaves crunching as she walks. Someone with more common sense than me.
A twig snaps somewhere behind her, too quiet for human ears. But she’s not human, and her ears swivel to the source of the sound, as well as her head. There is, in fact, a snapped twig, with a rock laying between the broken halves.
A strong sense of danger fills the wolf’s chest, and before she knows it, she’s hit the ground, blacking out.