Blackfeather Woods oh timber, timbre, and the cedar shakes

maybe someone she hasn't met? x:

It was a bump in the night that had awoken her, stirred her from her position curled up in a tree's roots. She had circled around the area a few times with caution. Nothing seemed out of place and nothing smelled off. Perhaps it was the birds dropping things from above. By the time she had searched to her heart's content she was wide awake. Wired and unable to settle back down again.

She moved inwards to the heart of Blackfeather's territory. A familiar face would be nice to see after the strange bumps in the night. Ghostly eyes glanced about in an almost feverish manner. There had to be something to do at this hour...