Blackfoot Forest The kingdom has fallen, the woods are silent.

Although his attempt to join the pack had failed, Shadowfur had stayed near the borders of Rosings. Prey was plentiful in the southern half of Wapun, and the dark male was hardly going to leave such a plentiful supply. Now however, he sensed something had changed. The border scents had faded slightly, and the woods no longer rang with the song of wolves. 

Cautiously, Shadowfur crossed over the fading border into the forest. He was curious, forests had always held great appeal for him. The fact of a prey rich meadow to the north only increased his interest in the area. He knew however, that caution was needed. Although it seemed that the pack was no more, there may still be Rosings wolves in the area. Wolves who may not take kindly to his intrusion. 

The dark male trotted through the woods, constantly looking out for other wolves. His gait was alert and tense. Nothing was going to be left to chance. Shadowfur continued on, deeper into the dark forest.