Blackfeather Woods The ghost of me was true but you've been haunted too

It had been a while since he'd attempted to hunt anything; the benefit of Undersea being so small, one might suppose. There was always food readily available in one cache or another, or easily scrounged from the beachfront. This place was as far from the island as he could imagine, though. In the days since departing - with Maegi at his side - he'd tried to adapt back to the mainland so that they could support one another. The forest was another matter entirely. The paths he remembered were overgrown, it would take time to fight his way through again let alone find something worth killing.

With that in mind, Tit's effort to find anything of value to eat (or at least share with Maegi) was a wasted effort. Maybe the prey were keeping their distance from the woods because of the onslaught of fresh wolf scent, or maybe it was an instinctual thing - like how most wolves avoided the place. Whatever the reason, Titmouse was heading towards the eastern edge of the woods and he'd not found anything substantial — and the ground was beginning to soften as it turned in to marsh. Fantastic.