Blackfeather Woods A light-emitting crescent moon

[table width=80%][tr][td]While it was not her mission to run away from the wolves of the woods, it was, however, her mission to train and become better. Already had she noticed the structure of the pack and had studied their standings - sensing the instability of it all and the tension that came from all the dark beings in one place. As long as she did her job extremely well, there was no possible way she could not rise in the hierarchy that fuelled every action. A cunning smirk upon her face, she shifted yet again - making a quick break for the entrance of their tunnel system. Having been there a few times, she knew the way relatively well enough in the darkness that came with the night. Whether the stalking entity behind her followed was not her concern anymore - she would navigate soundlessly through their many tunnels which would ultimately give her the victory she so deserved; freedom and the praise from a superior.[/td][/tr][/table]