Blackfeather Woods Some things never sleep

Her excursion into the unclaimed territories of Teekon Wilds were fruitful, for her at least. She returned to Blackfeather late in the afternoon, chilled, hungry, suddenly realizing that she had no den to keep her warm in the chill of late winter. She had been spending her time asleep in the tunnels that winded underneath the forest, or tucked under bushes and outcrops. She had spent enough time in the hold of Blackfeather Woods and the Dark Brotherhood, she thought it time to establish a place of her own.

She wasn't alone in this lust for a den. The sound of scratching caught her attention as she walked deeper into the forest, leading her to a large black wolf caked with dust and dirt, a bone gripped tightly in his jaws. Quiet looked towards the wolf, then in the direction he was walking. A half-made den was open nearby, a skull placed near the opening. Quiet squeaked softly in greeting, her head dipping slightly. She did not know that this wolf was placed below her on the totem pole that was the pack ranks, but it didn't matter. She was being polite, instead of creepy, for once.