Blackfeather Woods Dancing on my grave

I understand a rather important thread is happening at the moment...I would be okay if we backdated, or kept very vague. AW!

Silver paws tread lightly on dark soil. Ever present crows and ravens quarreled among the branches, and Aeronwyn felt this place familiar. This place, to her, felt like the closest thing to a home she had known. She had seen little of the occupants of these woods, only flashes of dark pelts here and there, and sometimes she doubted her own eyes when she saw them. The forest spoke of illusions and trickery, murder and deceit, pain and sorrow. Aeronwyn was, finally, after years of hunting, happy. Here, she felt like she belonged. 

And so many mysterious circumstances to solve. For example, the red paw. On the Beta, and the Alpha. What did it mean? What was it's significanse, it's power in these woods? Was it the mark given to one who did great? Was a secret society? A mark of a religion, perhaps? This questions excited the sterling femme, however she did not wish to admit it. 

She settled her slander body at the base of a gnarled tree, of which sort she did not know. She could smell, very faintly, the tang of blood, of death. A breeze pushed the branches together in a grating harmony, and the serling girl simply watched, silent.