Blackfeather Woods Looking like a true survivor

[table width=80%][tr][td]The ridge of Koume's muzzle sported some wrinkles as she tried to keep in an ugly yet childish snarl. She sighed, releasing the tension from her young vessel in a mere instant. She was extremely good at switching between moods and strategies to get passed an obstacle; especially one as annoying as the wolf before her. Oh, please sir! I simply want to explore the woods without my mama. She begged in a higher, youthful voice - not the least bit intimidated or scared... Koume wasn't ever scared, right?[/tr][/td][/table]