Blackfeather Woods Fog comes in on little cat feet

Quiet's looking to meet any new people! Feel free to be frustrated by her silence.

This was a forest steeped in darkness, shadow and fog. Silence was paramount here; it was broken by the caws of the black birds that fluttered manically above or fell screeching below, by the cracks of branches under hooves or paws far off in the distance, but silence still remained. Quiet liked this place. If the pack had not been here, Quiet would have claimed this dark forest for herself and stayed here for the rest of her life, had she not loved to explore.

But there were wolves in this forest, wolves with dark hearts and clouded minds. She wondered if the darkness of the forest itself seeped into their souls and corrupted them beyond measure, tainting them for the rest of their lives. She had no way of knowing, having only met one wolf of this Dark Brotherhood of the Blackfeather Woods. But she would soon change that.

With no voice of her own to summon any of the wolves, Quiet followed the scents of the wolves that had crisscrossed this dark floor time after time. Her mismatched eyes flickered from side to side, looking for any sign of movement be it wolf or prey. She could go for a snack.