Blackfeather Woods jasmine

It had been odd trying to adjust to life within Blackfeather Woods, they were so different from the his own pack, and yet so similar. Siarut had taken to walking the paths the weaved through the dark trees. Light barely penetrating the heavy canopy above. 

He found that the creek ran through their territory, and was glad for it. With the shade provided by trees it wasn't often that he needed to cool down, but a nice fresh drink every so often was a treat. As he made his way to the water, he caugth sight of a ragged looking female who was walking along the opposing bank. 

He mimicked her path on the other side of the stream, slightly behind, unable to make out her face. "Hello?" He called, resorting to his native tongue. Perhaps she too knew their language.