Blackfeather Woods Shadows don't blink.

@Kove
Nemesis trekked down the borders of Blackfeather, all senses at attention for any unusual scents that passed through. She was so close to obtaining the Warden trade, and the only one to accomplish it in Blackfeather. Yet, she found herself counting down the day's until her final exam, the one that evaluated if she was good enough to be in the Dark Brotherhood. She realised there weren't many actually in the dark cult, less than half the pack. It was curious to why none were training with her, not having the same darkest ambitions as hers. She could only hope that the coming winter brought a little more evil and haunting edge to the forest, and the pack.

She lifted her head, peering over the blood stained line into the territory beyond. Something had changed recently, yet she could not understand what. It was in that moment a chilling gust of wind hit her nose, sending the scent's of two others on her mind. Someone had passed the borders, but who? She ran forth, to where the scent passed, one not from Blackfeather. Yet she told herself to calm down, the change could be one in ranks, a new joiner hopefully with the right state of mind. If it was another softie, she couldn't bare it. Growling softly, she detested the idea of one of those being allowed admittance into the all dark pack. All the pale wolves she had met ended up being lowly, pathetic excuses for wolves, besides Potema and of course her Alpha. It was curious to as why all the dark pelted wolves seemed to have an affinity for the malevolent ways of the pack. Yet she would not judge, but simply wait in the shadows. 

Starting forward, she investigated the scent, and where it led. Eventually she ended up in a small clearing, only inhabited by a lone squirrel. It looked at her before scurrying off to it's nest in the rotting tree beside her. In her thoughts she felt the need to turn back and go, leave the troubles to another but she refused to simply ignore the scent of those passing the borders, not when it could be a possible lone wolf infiltrating the territory, even though the chances were nil. The blood on the line was a warning enough, those who stepped over knew what they were getting into. Almost instantly, she thought she spotted the faint glimpse of white, but instinctively turned her head. Her eyes trained, peering through the bramble of the forest.