Blackfeather Woods voodoo stonecrop

Unable to do much in order to really contribute to the pack, most of her time is spent laying around doing nothing. Occasionally, she’s sitting and “staring” blankly at nothing in particular. Spending months in a cave alone most of the time has prepared her for the loneliness of Blackfeather but their presence nearby makes it worse, uncertain if they even remember she’s there. Meals show up occasionally, and she can manage her way to a cache, but otherwise it is no different than the dark caves she once dwelled.
 
The bark catches her off guard, zoned out into outer space, and immediately she panics. Ocracoke hits the ground, putting every inch of her against the soil and quickly tucks her tail between her legs. She doesn’t have time to notice the feminine scent coming from the opposite direction when her mind is plagued by the fact He might be back for her. She tightens her jaws and shifts, turning her head so that she can expose her throat to the stranger.