Blackfeather Woods let's never be alone

I am stupid and do not know how to tag somebody sooooo

The blackened she-wolf had lazily traveled across her new found home for a few days now, uncertain of where to go and what to do. Much of the land seemed more barren than usual; she assumed it had to do with the many dead bugs she’d seen littering the ground. Roma wasn’t entirely sure what they were, or why they had come, but it was clear that most of them had perished or simply left the wilderness, leaving behind a path of destruction in their wake. Nonetheless, the female seemed particular unfazed by the situation, even though it would appear to be much worse than she understood.

Although Chroma had traveled inward from the south, and had briefly kept herself to a neutral zoned thickened forest, she found herself heading north. After her run in with another wolf, she decided that perhaps attempting to find refuge in a pack wasn’t such a bad idea. Even though her mother had never been one for pack life, she decided that perhaps there has to be some kind of merit to it all, right? There had to be.

So the ebony female found herself before a claimed territory. The smell of masculinity and brutality was impossible to miss – taking in a deep breath, the scent filled her nostrils. Since she had only ever seen her mother fail at pack interactions, Chroma stood idly at the boarders of the land, unsure of how she should proceed next.