Blackfeather Woods still.

For our spar. @Serem

The Blackfeather Woods were silent. Once, a pack had lived here though when it had gone Aiolos did not know. Not often did he travel this way though he had come to this vast area of meadows and fields for a chance to take down a snow hare. Instead, he followed the scent of something along the east of this Wood - a swamp. The pungent scent caused his nose to wrinkle, a flood of childhood memories causing a snarl over his features. Memories he wished he could only erase. He hated everything about it and so pushed forward still, Mother Moon which guided him in this darkness soon becoming unseeing as the thickness of the forest canopy swallowing up everything around him. He stopped and for a moment, the world was still and silent.

For today serem felt like paying her rival (if she could even call her that.) a visit and as she trekked up to what was supposed to be there borders she was surprised that it no longer smelled as though a pack was occupying the territory but she saw someone so that was a start. "Do you know what became of here?" She questioned

In the stillness and silence, it was easy to hear the other woman's approach. She came directly into his direction and his limbs tensed, body ready for a dodge if her intentions were not well for him. Not sure, I didnt know them... She wasnt looking for a fight, only curious, it seemed. I can only guess they moved because of the quakes. Others have. Aiolos looked over her, a large ebony colored woman, equal in mature to his own structure, it seemed. If she came looking for friends or family, it seemed they were long gone now.