Blackfeather Woods No rest for the weary

Quiet, upon seeing that blaze of red on the dark-furred woman's shoulder, instantly lowered to the ground. Her face ground into the dirt, her stomach furs displayed themselves prominently to the woman as she approached. She did not know that her display of submission was exactly what the marked woman wanted - it was instinct for her to submit to any wolf larger than her. It was what made her such an effective spy - no one noticed the weak and submissive, the servants who could walk around unseen and listen to conversations that no one else heard.