Blackfeather Woods Farewell

Cyn ran fast, almost too fast. She shot out of the surrounding flora and had tears running down her face. She could smell death all around here and sorrowful sobs from the area. Her leg had healed and now was much better than before, but she had the slightest of limps that might've gone away over time or could be permanent. The older female wolf was down on the ground with a blank look in her eye. Not even the gods could know how sad she was.