Bramblepoint For forever, I'll be here

hellooo! i must apologize in advance since i'm new here and a little more on the inexperienced side of roleplaying, sorry

There was no denying the scent of death on the air. Fortunately for her, Pala knew better to distinguish the smell as the smell of rotting prey rather than rotting wolf flesh. She knew too well how dead wolf tasted on the air.

Deep in the forest, the air was thick with humidity, and cool wet air rose from the forest floor. Insect shells and pine needles were cradled beneath at her pawpads as Pala walked. There was a water source nearby, which was tempting with her parched mouth and lungs being stifled in such heat, but considering that she could smell a border to a territory close in that direction, she didn't dare wander too far that way.

Sniffing the air again, she caught the scent of carrion and bones again and her paws itched to head that way. Where there was dead prey, there may be more prey to hunt. She wasn't entirely sure if lonely carcass smells were to be avoided or not. She had never been told. I have nothing to lose.

Nevertheless, Pala quietly ambled into the undergrowth towards the source.