Blackfeather Woods The huntress appeared.

Hows about my little bumbum? :D

 The smell of prey had caught his attention. His paws carried him towards the smell. With a slick body and thin legs, the wind was practically drifting him away.

 Spring was upon them surely. There was no longer cold ice underneath, but instead the familiar feel of wet dirt. It was still cold from the snow, but that didn't matter. What little he had of his winter coat was slowly starting to fall, making way for the warmer months to come. The more better months.

 When he had reached his destination, he found that the rabbit had already been kill and lay underground. With the smell of death also came the smell of another wolf. Someone he was not familiar with.

 Having nothing better to do, he followed the trail. He was soon met by another female. He chuffed in order to grab her attention.