Blackfeather Woods The Watcher in the Woods

Quiet thought she had smelled a swamp. Such a noxious, fetid smell could not go unrecognized. The silent waif wondered what would drive a pack to live near such a place full of dangers, but then she reminded herself what kind of wolves she was dealing with. Monsters. Fighters. Killers. Spies. They loved danger, and Quiet had to accept that.

With a curt dismissal from her new alpha, Quiet nodded and watched him disappear into the dark forest. She was stunned by the sudden return of silence, with faint echoes of life radiating from somewhere off in the distance. Quiet looked around, hoping that she would not get herself lost in these Woods as she wandering into the fog, exploring her new home.