Haunted Wood success is not given it is taken

The shadow was not directionless. He did not wander for the sake of doing so, adrift in the flow of life as a leaf in a river's current. He had intent, he had purpose, and he was actively working toward his goals even as he appeared to be doing nought but conversing with a curious pup. He swept his tail to the other side of him. "I am not," he answered. "I am looking others of my blood. Coywolves. Have you seen any?" He doubted she had, but talk was cheap, and often yielded worthwhile information.