Blackfeather Woods Chamber of Secrets

Seizing the opportunity ;)

While the territory activity had ceased to a reasonable standard, she took the time to rid herself from the darned ground. Ultimately getting sick of seeing the same bloodlines every single morning. The seasons were changing once again, finding frost under he paws in the mere hours of the day, before the sun emerged to warm the frozen ground. Even then, the air was still thick with bitterness, a sign the winter approached faster than she anticipated.

Where she was going, she was sure nobody habitated. A particular spot littered with rocks. It was curious, the only explanation that the storm had torn up that area before she came. Only had she passed by the general area, as she was always on the lookout for new areas to stake out. 

A yell from near her put her on alert, the territory instincts kicking in. The voice sounded angry, and aware of it's presence so the idea of a trespasser cleared from her mind. While she was technically still young herself, her mind state was matured years ahead, as if her intuition was her own power. The scent was young, younger than herself but not new. This was Damien, she realised, remembering his scent from the blood moon ceremony. 

"You okay there?" She called out to the male, but not in any way caring about his feelings. She simply had no desire to start conversation with someone who was not in the right state of mind to talk without form of anger. A simple fox problem could be fixed, as if profanity could help at all. 

Hormones, she mentally sighed. The male was temperamental, for sure, making a mental note to avoid any unfriendly contact that seemed to always arise from any situation involving herself.