Blackfeather Woods blackwater

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The full moon illuminated the dark forest, making navigation particularly easy for the pale-bellied Silencer. Most of the pack was sleeping by now, as it early in the morning, but Atshen was still wide awake. He had been up since sunset because he had napped his afternoon away. He wasn't sure what had driven him to such a long period, but, true to his nature; he wasn't particularly inclined to investigate why it had happened. Instead, the Silencer went with it and went about his business as he would in the daytime. 

He was at the boundaries of Weeping Meadows when his eyes came across something that had not crossed his mind in quite some time: Wolfskull Cave. It had been long since the hostage from Teaghlaigh had been given to them and Atshen, despite his initial interest in the prisoner, and he had yet to inspect the creature that had been gifted to them. 

Prowling by way of the light of the moon, Atshen made his way around the Weeping Meadows, being weary of its namesake that stood so distraughtly in its center, and towards the cave. It had been long since the prison had been tended too, that much was obvious by how run down the area looked. The once intimidating fortress had many pelts and bones laying before the jagged mouth of the cave. Atshen could only blame the wind for the stripping of the decor, and he would make one of the Tyro's clean it up later. 

Unsure or not if she was awake or not, Atshen paused at the mouth of the den, his tail arching over his back as his fiery eyes scanned the dark cavern before him. He would not hesitate to enter the premises once he spotted her, but something as simple as that was a challenge given how easily she blended into the shadows.