Blackfeather Woods Shooting Star

Karliah pounced around happily as a hare hang limp in her mouth. She tossed the rabbit up in the air and caught it back in her mouth. There is nothing like playing with food the pale wolfess thought. A smile crept up on her face as she made her way to her den. She was glad to be part of a pack again, but she felt out of place here. The wolves she met both had dark fur, and she had seen a few other dark wolves in the pack, but never actually introduced herself.

Once she reached her den she threw the hare into the entrance. Her tail swayed back and forth, and she sat down beside her den. The pale wolfess began to groom her paws and while doing so started to hum a song.