Haunted Wood the oncoming storm

Clouds rolled overhead with ominous intention. Tadec’s lantern gaze was glued up above as he moved on lengthy slender limbs, scouting further through the territory he aimed to claim as his own. His gaze followed the large billows as though they would lead him to secrets he had not yet learned. Though he worried what Indra would say when he discussed leaving with her, the dark-furred thief did not feel as though the valley was a suitable home. With children on the way, the coywolf knew that he would wish to raise his kin where they were safely watched over by the forest and the boughs overhead. Even still, he fretted, because he knew that Indra would not wish to leave her sister and her sister seemed to be deeply rooted in something within the valley pack.
 
Like an ethereal, flame-touched wraith, the moonlighter passed beneath the trunks of the towering trees and scouted out further beyond what he had known. The forest was massive; it would prove a perfect claim and he was pleased with himself for having found it. To his left, the sound of a dull thud echoed against bark and firm roots. Tadec’s lengthy ears turned sharply atop his crown and his pointed muzzle followed until he had latched his sights on the form of another. With a quiet yip, he announced his presence there.