Blackfeather Woods No rest for the weary

Hello!

Quiet had taken the time to explore the Woods. She had no interest in doing any of her tasks until she knew this forest inside and out. She wanted to be comfortable here. Or at least try to be. Even though she loved the silence, the fierce brutality of this pack sometimes caught her off guards. The blood spattered borders, lined with fur and bones was the first thing that frightened her, but now as the days went by, she found she was growing to accept this macabre decoration. She walked past them without any thought of whose bones they once were, or how they died.

Quiet was now in search of another wolf. She had yet to meet every canid that dwelled underneath this dark canopy. A few, sure, but there were more skulking in the dark, she was sure. One just like the haggard looking female up ahead.