Blackfeather Woods My pride is no longer inside

@Nemesis @Damien @Cicero @Potema if you guys have time

Kateri had found, through travelling around the edge of the pack land she had smelt, that she was not a fan of swamps or mud in general. At all. The mud was thick and cloying, coating her legs all the way up to her stomach but of course that could have been on account of her height. The mud had thinned out as she continued, looking for a place not so mired down. 

The forest was thick from what she could tell in the twilight, the distant croaks of ravens and the caws of crows could be heard; a symphony that had her ears perked forward curiously. The yearling took a shuddering breath, still unsure if this was the right decision to make. But surely if she was wrong, if these people did not want her amidst their ranks, she could try again in another place. 

Making up her mind, Kateri howled, calling for the people who lived here.