Bramblepoint The hunter becomes the hunted.

A new litter was going to be born in the Woods, and for once they were not tied to the Melonii Family. That excited her; the pack's bloodline was expanding. It was with this in mind that she forayed into the Bramblepoint, dodging the sharp thorns that the thicket was named for in search of herbs to restore the stock, to ensure that Nemesis' litter would grow strong and healthy.

But the brambles dug into her side; at best driving furrows into her snow-white fur, at worst drawing blood, but she carried on, only stopping as a howl rang from nearby. She stepped closer to the howler, seeing a black-furred wolf nearby. A familiar scent tinged her nose, making her investigate further rather than sneak off into the shadows. She showed herself to the wolf, head tilting curiously as he stood there, waiting for the wolf he summoned. Who...? She began to ask, stopping as the brambles nearby rustled and Charon appeared. Oh, hello, Charon. Her voice was meek as she recalled the Moonspear Alpha walking in on her in the midst of a mushroom-induced high...not their best meeting, to be sure.