[shadow=CD8C95,right]RUNICFLARE AURUMQUE[/shadow]

It was not often that the wolf would go to the Lost Ruins. It was only in times of prayer, for guidance. This was one of those times. The dire wolf’s golden eyes scanned the temple, before she curled up, laying down gently.

She did not fall asleep, it seemed. But when she woke up, what was left of he statue of the Goddess was an odd-looking eye piece. It was fake, but it was used to decorate something. And another item was left, a heart-shaped piece of stone, and then a black cloth. Furrowing her eyebrows, Runicflare could only stare at them.