Blackfeather Woods seeking the spider pt. 2

Not sure if joining! For now, Naia just wants to know who lives here.

It had been roughly three days since Naia’s stop along the Serpent Lake. She had moved on from the territory quickly once she realized that there was no one around. Her hunt for the spider would not go well if she couldn’t find other wolves. Along the way, she had hunted at any opportunity that presented itself. It was summer now and game small and large was abound. Naia was used to eating rabbits, mostly, though she also ate fish, snakes, lizards, mice… anything small and easy for one coywolf to catch. She had her father’s blood in her and probably would have flourished with all the meat from a deer or some other big game, but she had lived with her coyote mother all her life and did not know the first thing about catching bigger prey, especially not on her own.

In late afternoon on the third day, she had caught the scent of a pack on the wind. This was the first she had come across in weeks and her whole body perked up at the thought of speaking to others. Just as the sun disappeared below the tree line, Naia arrived at the edge of a dark and foreboding forest, one that her mother would have told scary stories about. She looked around the trees, hearing the wind rustle through them and the distant call of ravens, and imagined all manner of monstrous creatures roaming the wood. It spooked her, yet she felt a comforting draw towards it, for it reminded her of her mother—of home.

Feeling a calling that she could not ignore, she tilted her head back and h0wled longingly into the coming night for whomever was in the trees to come out and greet her. It would make sense for her spider to live in a place like this.

since her...let's just say scuffle with flicker, she'd been on high alert in case it could've triggered something with the melonii's and sent them running into their woods like the crazy morons they seemed to be. however all had been quiet and although the young soldier still spent most of her time wandering around the borders making sure they were as strong as ever, she no longer felt quite so apprehensive. soon she'd probably head back over to where they'd settled to see if flicker's likely warning had led to them packing their bags but for now she was content to see to the pack's needs.

it was on this particular day that a sound disrupted her patrolling and she'd straighten up, ears swivelling in search of the source's location. upon pinpointing it the icy woman would shift her position slightly to suit the newcomer's request of assistance and take off at a brisk trot- weaving expertly betwixt the looming trunks whilst hearing the familiar beat of a curious bertók following from above. she'd start to slow as the air grew bright whilst the trees began to thin, the largest sign that you were about to reach the dense wood's edge. she would step out into the shadowy light brought with the arriving dusk, head tilting to the side as she assessed the newcomer with eyes of impassible darkness.

the woman to stand before her is actually quite similar in appearance to herself and after another silent moment she'd finally speak; voice although not unfriendly, still cool as ever as untrusting eyes lingered on the pale lone wolf. "you stand on the borders of blackfeather woods" she'd murmur, voice soft and yet strong as it drifted across the still air. "who are you and what is it that prompted you to call?" although she was slow to trust, tundra knew now more than ever that any new bodies to the woods would be good, especially with the lingering threat of the melonii. behind her bertók had settled on the branches of one of the border trees and was observing the pair with keen, beady eyes. her tail swayed slowly as she watched the woman with a quiet curiosity, she was always interested in those that didn't shy away upon coming across the rather foreboding forest.