Shadewood get used to it

She hears a call ring out in the thick, barren woodland, and it decides her path. Death is everyone's fate, sooner or later, and she'd rather risk it at the quick and sharp teeth of her brethren than the slow and deep claws of hunger. Cypher winds her way through the trunks, and it's not long before she and the dark male see each other. He calls out as they halt, respectfully distant, and her dark ears move to catch his voice.

"I'm sorry," she tells him, eyes squinting to look at the white figure that came into view behind him. It's rude to just stand there like that, watching them silently, but Cypher says nothing about it. Instead, she refocuses her attention on the male, "You're the first sign of life I've seen since I got here." It's not exactly true. There's still a few locusts chomping away at the rare bit of green that remains, and the birds are having a field day with all the bugs... but she's talking about mammals.