Blackfoot Forest Entrance into the wilds

Shadowheart paused at the edge of the forest, wondering if any others ruled these lands. The dense tangle of trees looked like the sort of place that a pack might choose to rule over. However, he could detect no scents of any border markings, so the dark male cautiously continued his journey.

The male always felt safe in a dense forest. Perhaps it had to do with being raised among dense pine forests. In a more open environment, the male felt exposed, out of place, and vulnerable. Shadowheart had learned long ago how to use the shadows that were cast by trees to his full advantage, whether it be to set an ambush or simply to hide. As he traveled through the forest, the shadow used the forest to its full potential, becoming as invisible as wolf could as he darted from shadow to shadow, never stepping into the light.

His calculated movements had no malicious intent in them, only caution. Some may consider it paranoia, but experience had taught him to never be to unwary. If any hostile characters were in the area, Shadowheart wanted to be able to see them before being seen himself. And so the dark male continued on, cloaked by the shadows.