Haunted Wood keep the streets empty for me

the ground moves now and again, and her hackles and fangs can do nothing to drive it back the way it ought to be. and so she exists uncertainty with this new development, roving the territory and keeping tabs on the packmates she will not yet outright approach. she may not be a scheming as they, but knows the value of observing, adapting, before acting. 

she crouches now over the remains of a doe. it is mostly skeletal, now, though a kill worth returning to despite the scavenging. wurha's gaze flicks up to land on a waiting raven, regarding it a moment before returning her full attention to stripping the skeleton of sinew and remaining flesh.