Some kind of supernatural doomsday clock? As far as tricks go, convincing royalty that the end of the world is nigh is *definitely* a pastime of some of the fey I was warned of. But even I had to admit...
In my old life, I'd encountered many strange and powerful magics - but nothing quite like this. The mechanical quality to its messaging especially caught my doubt... like something out of the science fiction novels Helene had sometimes snuck from the city library as a very 'disobedient' pup.
> Apparently even a backwoods pack member could learn a thing or two, given the right motivation. It's a shame she let their rules bully her into submission as she grew. It couldn't be... could it? You see now, don't you? He's not worthy of being a father. Not to this pup and not to any pup. He never was. Jace was just a petty human in beast clothing. Being shepherded by a demon in plain sight. But I doubt they've ever dealt with a fox. Stop being so cooperative you stupid wolf. I might start liking you. <
It barks and snaps at me and I start feeling better. First things first - I need to get out of this forest. Out of Duskpaw territory. I can't risk Jace or the others finding me.
Especially not in my current mental state, where I might readily attack instead of run. I need somewhere safe. Somewhere I can feel safe for more than an hour.
A place to plan my next move.