Bearclaw Valley A little birdie told me...

It was the farthest she had been from Blackfeather ever since she bore her final litter, three months hence. Her age and the slight bit of weight she had gained over those months were becoming apparent to her as she followed the vague directions she had been given by Kove. The Dark Queen paused repeatedly for breath, even thought she was taking a steady pace. The climbs were insufferably however, and a bane to her joints. But she made it regardless. The priestess smelled the borders a few feet a way, recognizing Kove and Scarlett's scents above all else.

She sequestered herself away under a tree for a moment, catching her breath, resting her body so she looked presentable and decent. Thank Sithis wolves did not sweat. She would smell horrible and her dyes would run.

When she felt rested, the queen began travelling along the perimeter of the borders, peering inside the lands the two white wolves had claimed for their own, all the while scheming of the potential this pack had.