Blackfeather Woods For the night is dark and full of stories

Ohen gave a yawn as he drug a fox carcass with him, towards his den. He didn't want to take food from the pack's cache all the time, so he would kill for himself and store it near his den. He was going to enjoy the fox when a howl went up on the air calling for the pack, and for each member to bring food. Knowing that the wolves in this pack worship other Gods than him, he said his prayer and thanks for the fox away from the pack. He didn't want to hide his religion, but at the same time he didn't want to speak of it.

With a sigh he continued toward where the call came from. He finally reached the meeting place, and with one last tug, he let the fox fall on the ground. There were already several wolves there. Some he liked, others he disliked. He gave a bow to the alpha who he only met once at the boarders, and then sat down saying nothing. He recognized all the wolves there but one. He would try to greet the wolf later, but for now his attention was given to the pack.