Blackfeather Woods I'm colder than the weather in winter

Much like Astrid, Atshen had kept to himself within the web. He had spent a great deal of his time attempting to navigate the web and familiarize himself with the maze. He did not know when he and the rest of the wolves would return to the surface, but, Atshen felt that in the meanwhile he might as well learn the tangle. Through learning, perhaps he could use it to his advantage. 

The gentle luminescent glow lit his path as he advanced blindly and he continued without a word. It was in this exploring that he suddenly came across his sister's scent. Pausing suddenly, not five feet where she had made her nest. His molten eyes glistened in the dark and he halted, wondering if she had caught wind of him yet.