Blackfeather Woods worlds apart

Potema had extended her help when he had been looking for Lazarus, and while he didn't know for sure if she'd actually been doing more than keeping an eye out, he felt like it was fair enough to let her know it was no longer needed. He'd never visited Blackfeather Woods himself, but he knew where it lay and had seen it from the outside. It was a dark place, and he found it hard to imagine what it must be like to live in such a place permanently as he drew up to the forest's frays.

Once the scents of various wolves — Potema included — wafted towards him, Charon made sure to keep his distance and wait at a place before crossing these borders. There was another smell intertwined, but Charon could not quite place it. Perhaps it was simply a wolf's, he thought, one he had not met before, maybe. His tail hung low at his hocks and his body language was neutral as Charon waited at the Woods' borders, at the forest's frays where rays of sunlight still danced upon the floor, after lifting his nose into the air and howling for @Potema .