Blackfeather Woods We don't believe what's on tv

@Kendra perhaps? Nem is lost without the little furball of feistiness...

It had been a little while since she had seen the dark haired girl romping around, though her scent was there. Since the pack meeting, she could not help but to feel a certain amount of protectiveness, even though she had no business feeling so. The mere sight of Venus standing by guarding Kendra and Pietro sparked a fire of jealousy. She had been there first, not the wannabe spy. Sighing, she shook away the thought. Venus was only kind to her, and she would return the formalities. She had no wish to start trouble within her pack, afterall. One day, if Burke decided, she would help lead the dark pack and she had no interest to start a rivalry if she was to one day mentor other's just the same. Instead, she sought out Kendra since she didn't expect the girl to come find her, herself. 

She had been to the Alpha den once, though it was under much different circumstances. First, she checked for a sign that Burke was within the home before advancing further. One thing she knew all Blackfeather wolves generally requested was privacy, and she fully understood the need for it. When her nose did not pick up anything, Burke or the siblings, she began to question how far they could actually roam. Surely Burke had a limit to how far they could venture into the territory, she chuckled nervously. Scouting her eyes across the scene, she did not find any image of the dark pup that she presumed was out exploring some forbidden part of the forest. "Kendra!" She called, if the girl was anywhere near the den, she would most definitely hear the quizzical call that rang hollowly through the barren brambles of the forest.