Blackfeather Woods Fog comes in on little cat feet

Satisfied with her examination of the wolf, the hybrid pulled away, her tail wagging slowly as she watched him again. Quiet snorted once, her breath visible as she took a few more steps back and sat back on her haunches. Above them both, crows and ravens raised a cacophony of sound in the trees, feathers flying as they fought. Quiet's head snapped upwards as she stared at the creature, her eyes looking for the source of the sound. It was her first time seeing the black birds the forest was named after. She looked back at Macbeth, her eyes wide and curious, silently asking him about the ruckus.