Blackfeather Woods sᴜʟᴘʜᴜʀ

Blood and piss, and a kind of perverted darkness. She inhaled deeply, shoving her muzzle into the border marker, pulling it away crusted with decaying flesh and old blood. This was right, yes, and the woman growled with pleasure at finding it after these long weeks. She passed the border carelessly, now, the woman's limbs carrying her deeper and deeper into the place, heart quickening and gaze searching. She forged ahead, making no effort to be silent, steps crunching snow and branches, breath harsh. She would find here what she was looking for, whatever that was, wherever this was. @Vaati