Blackfeather Woods A light-emitting crescent moon

[table width=80%][tr][td]Surely she had lost him - surely he had not ventured after her into the darkness that was only battled with the faint light of glow-worms. Her pelt had gotten damp from the wetness of the tunnels and her scent ultimately grew stronger; wet wolf was not a very pleasant smell and would therefore stand out among the stale air that filled the tunnels. Still did she sneak around and try to find another entrance; she didn't know the tunnels as well as she thought, but probably a lot better than her stalker.[/tr][/td][/table]