The Bracken Woods ride on through the night ride on

A sleepy voice rang out through the wood, and Rook's ears went back as her body instinctively lowered. Her eyes swept the darkening forest, searching for its source, and she imagined there were eyes watching her from within each thorny bramble— the feeling of being hunted was unnerving and unnatural, for what could hunt the top of the food chain? And yet still she felt it as she carefully moved through the woods, nearly jumping when her eyes finally landed on the fiery coat of another wolf.

She grinned sheepishly, "You startled me," as her posture returned to one of natural confidance. "I'm new here and, ah, not used to the loner lifestyle."