Phantom Hollow Welcome to your home

Renn slipped through the shadowing trees, eyes alert and ears pricked for any possible signs of prey. So far, only small game had made a slight appearance though maybe the winter snow had subdued their activity in some way. She shook her head, leaving the concern for later, and continued to pad forward. The call of the dark king drew the female onwards and soon she could make out the trails of Malice and another pack mate the hadn't spoken to yet. She emerged into the clearing, swishing her tail in greeting and dipping her head to the midnight royals before relaxed onto her haunches near the log.