Blackfeather Woods from above

With that whacko pack (far, far) behind him, Kaertok set his sights on the more inland areas of the Teekon Wilds. He could not tell you which mountain he had been born on, but he knew that he had been born on one, and he had lived most of his life along various slopes. Having spent a day or two exploring them, though, he realized they were not well-populated. That brought him here, to the borders of another pack where he might make his home... provided they didn't turn out to be like the last one.

As he neared, a murder of crows stirred and cawed and lifted into the sky. Malrok's eyes watched them make their way deeper into the forest. He was well outside the marked borders, and he was about to call out for somebody to greet him when something from within the forest caught his eye...