[Cards] Wraith's Garb (Patreon)

The circle of wolves split around the wanderer, startled by his midnight approach. He paid no heed to the jaws closing half-heartedly on the shadows flowing in his wake, and the beasts settled back as soon as he'd passed; not enough meat there for a meal, and what was there wasn't worth the trouble.

The wanderer himself was scanning the rocky forest for some defensible site, a new site he could—however briefly—hold as sanctuary. Coming to the base of a cliff, his eyes ran up the cracks across the stone before locking on a barely visible point of darkness high above his head. Then the shadows rose to cover him completely, flowing up and into the concealed cave in a swirl of smoke.