Blackfeather Woods Welcome to the Underworld

Potema turned the conversation towards hunting, gesturing towards the raccoon tail. How is the hunting? This wolf hadn't been here for long, but Potema wasn't much of a hunter compared to this wolf. Perhaps they could both fill the caches, and Cicero's stomach. The poor jester was still a walking skeleton, even moreso than she had ever seen before. Was that the only thing you've found so far?