Blackfeather Woods duma key

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had vuk known she drew the interest of the two powerful wolves who had granted herself and her family entry in the past days, she would have quailed beneath the enormity of it. as it was, the patchwork woman knew nothing of this, and busied herself with considering what and how she would hunt in the gloomy wood. this was a dark place, she had come to know, and not only in the physical sense. there was an eeriness among some of the wolves that both frightened and drew vuk -- she wished to know more about it. in time, she supposed.
the tyro's breath drew in quickly at the sound of a wolf nearby -- her ears laid back against her skull as her hackles danced with fear along her shoulders. cicero. he was one such creature she did not understand, and vuk thought wildly for a moment that she had summoned him. the little wolfess crept close in deference. "c-cicero," vuk stammered, unsure of what else she might say.[/tr][/td][/table]