Blackfeather Woods Would you believe it?

Using for Hunter trade!

Quiet was still not used to this forest. How could anyone truly be? This perpetual night, this overwhelming darkness, it was not natural for wolves to live in. Not for anyone to live in. And yet there were creatures here. From raccoons and possums to the wolves that stalked silently through the fog. But there had to be larger creatures that they hunted here. No pack could be sustained with squirrels.

And she was right. The coywolfdog sniffed the pile of fecal matter, her nose twitching as she recognized the scent: deer. From the amount of piles around her, there was a small herd. Quiet was curious about them. What kind of deer would live here? Were there even any food for them here? Inquisitive, Quiet followed the trail, her nose brushing the ground as the deer's scent grew stronger and the signs grew fresher. She was close.