Another wolf had entered the forest that Meldresi was beginning to claim as her own. Though this one, unlike the others, was marking the trees. The priestess felt her hackles rise a bit. This was unofficially her land! She could not tolerate anyone anyone marking her woods. Annoyed, she followed the scent trail.
After a bit of wandering, she got to the end of the trail and found the culprit. When she began walking towards him, she stopped when he started sniffing a broken, withered body of an insect. No, not an insect, an arachnid! A spider! That made Meldresi even angrier. Spiders were sacred to her religion, and she despised those who even snuffed the life out of one. She got closer to the wolf. "And what are you doing in these woods?"
