Blackfeather Woods praying for the faithless

"Where am I..." A confused silver wolf stood near a swamp, she looked around questioning quietly wondering where she stumbled upon. She did not know such a place existed, nor did Shisu know of its name Namira Mire. She was more surprised that the area existed in Blackfeather Woods, and strangely enough, brought a nostalgic feeling to her heart. Seeing the spiders, the toads and lizards, she shivered at them, but also remembered them fondly.

Her mentor lived in a swamp, a witch who dabbled with the arts of plants, and lived isolated by the wetlands. Her bright agouti silver pelt stood out from the norms of Blackfeather Woods, and definitely did not seem like she belonged at the mire. However she felt peace, and despite being lost, smiled warmly.

Her smile continued even upon seeing a ghostly pelt. The usual nerves were not there as she saw Mou, for she was more glad he has been doing alright these past few days.