Blackfoot Forest French Revolution

A twinge of sadness and loss filled the young woman. She had no clue if Orada was even still alive. Her ears and tail dropped slightly,"I don't know. She was not there when the virus hit. She was out learning her trade with her mentor." She would never forget Orada who had been the first to call her the 'ghost in the woods.' At first it was because she had legitimately thought she was a ghost when she came out of nowhere but after it had been a compliment to her stealth.

"The virus hit when I was nine months old. It wiped out everything. Prey were even effected. It skipped some of the young ones but everyone else just died." She shuddered at the memories of a growing pile of bodies in her rather large pack. The smell of death had been an unforgettable scent.