Blackfeather Woods Silver, black and red.

After the whole run in with Nemesis, Silver decided to steer clear of the woman and try to meet the others with the time she had left being on probation. The tyro trotted through the land, carefully watching where she stepped before smelling the scents of two others. One she recognized, it was the female she had met a little while ago before the crashing of Moonlit.

Heading over with cautiousness, the silhouette looked over to the two. One with fire in his fur, the other with a ghostly aura. She was farther away than the fire wolf, not even chuffing in greeting. The last thing she wanted was to be yelled and attacked again. She slunk back a bit, unsure of what to do.