Blackfeather Woods the rains of castamere

The tree, as all the others, decided to ignore Keelut's insults. Such thick things they were, did not deserve a drop of Keelut's cordiality. Instead, the pup chose to offer his tongue, which he stuck out to blow a deserving raspberry to regain some of his dignity. Then, once satisfied, the pale kid set foot to retake his path, which somehow he remembered it to be that of the shadow. He sniffed around to find a lead, and once he recognized something he couldn't quite put the finger on her followed it steps through the undergrowth. It wasn't Anna for sure, for her form was much brighter than the one he was looking for. But the scent carried a familiarity that Keelut couldn't -- or didn't want to link to himself.

"Who's there?" he shouted airily. He could smell, feel, hear it breathing somewhere near, and it was thrilling to imagine what n this world it could be. "I can hear you," he added, panning his head with a sly smile edging his lips. It would be, however, a great disappointment to find that all this time he'd been following no less than Atshen, the least entertaining of his siblings.