Blackfeather Woods do not enter, like, seriously.

 "Hecate," she said, with a polite dip of her head. A large scar -no wait, a mark- was visible on the side of the she-wolf. Hecate took a note of that, and she silently followed the new wolf to wherever she may be led. So, she had two weeks to prove herself. That was enough, or at least it was for Hecate. 

She lightly tread through the possible home. Glancing at the trees, which would be a good resource of moss. The territory seemed dreamlike, with its towering trees and weak fog hovering over the ground. She walked at the pace of Nemesis, but she stayed a little behind, giving her space. 

The silence did not bother Hecate at all, but gave her time to think of what she can do to prove herself.