Phoenix Maplewood Shadows

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As far as she knew. Phoenix Maplewood was still in that state of purgatory where a new pack had moved in, but they were still in that gray area of making it known to the rest of the world that this area was occupied. The no vacancy signs were going up in the form of wolven markers of scents that should be enough to ward off any curious wander. Should be. Heaven only knew there was someone daring enough to take their chances. She could only hope this pack played in fangs just as easily as they placed in niceness. Oh wait... she thought back to it. They were... decent at it.

Citali wandered. She'd recently fed off a small catch. Just a little vole to tide her over for a while. This forest was filled with little snacks here and there that she noticed and usually ignored until the pangs of hunger started to settle over her. Then she'd try her hand at catching something or chewing on a root to ease off the munchies for a while. When this whole pack thing got up and running, she was (as weird as the thoughts sounded floating through her head) strangely looking forward to an official pack hunt.

Until then, she was doing her own thing. She wanted to know this forest in and out. Every inch. Every rock. Every patch of moss. She'd started near the center and made a spiral, traveling outward as she noted the variety of plant life, the quantity of sun they desired, and how much moisture lived within the soil they needed to thrive. She did have plans to start a garden, but when she started, she wished to do it right the first time. That meant educating herself on the area, learning what benefits different locations provided, and based on what she discovered, eventually choosing what would become the perfect spot.

Her circling spread wider and wider until she happened across a gray wolf she'd met only briefly a couple times. Young, thoughts on being a healer... She searched her mind for anything else she might know about him, came up empty, then wondered why she was dedicating any brain power at all towards someone of the lesser gender. "Daydreaming?" she asked instead, her lips tight as she made an effort to be polite.