Blackfeather Woods oh, shyness is a waste of time

@Astara - on the outside of your terrain, kids.

 

the woods were spooky, but there was promise in that. buck was certain that most would have called his home an eerie place to dwell. he wouldn't have had it any other way. the fewer bodies there were in the bayou, the better. it meant he didn't have to deal with the comings and goings of folks who didn't belong. much like he didn't belong so near to the borders of the marked pack. he was like a cat, lured by curiosity to the peculiar way that they marked the borders. the cajun had never seen anything like it. 

buckshot paced back and forth, drawing in the scents that rested within the wood. there were wolves in there, but he felt like their numbers were smaller. that was for the best, he felt; small familial packs were often some of the most successful. at least, he felt like the bouchers had done a good job with their coonass family back home. there sure was an eerie feeling about those trees, though. the brute felt like there was something hidden within, waiting for him to draw too close. voodoo was in the air.