Deepwood Weald Sherlock Work

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Itsy had been flying for a few days, searching endlessly. At night, she would rest. At day, she would be like a little detective, analyzing every detail of the land (although, only the large ones. She didn't bother to think about tracks), searching for the one she had been tasked with seeking.

"Mostly white, some cream colors with a bit of tan. Taller than most female wolves" she repeated aloud for the hundredth time. That was her bets way of remembering things like that. Although er wings were tiring, but she had to go on. She couldn't let this wolf down. She couldn't let his sister suffer the same fate as Scratch.