Haunted Wood c-c-c-caught again, in the mystery

astara's ruminations came to a halt as the spearing figure spoke of her caches; ears pricked ahead, the wraith turned and made a bid for serem's hidden wares. she was nary two steps when a new figure emerged, a wolf as black as either of them, sporting a startling cowl of scarlet.

the blackbird recoiled with a hiss, a singular paw raised in surprise. she may be among pack-wolves, but she had yet to adjust to the sudden burst of company -- and all of these wolves seemed remarkably capable of emerging from relative obscurity with ease. glancing towards serem, astara read enough from the she-wolf's face to ease her suspicions and so, continued in the direction of a hopeful meal.

her nose did not lead her astray. with an ear tilted towards whatever ensuing conversation happened between tzila and serem, astara pulled the hare from its crude deposit of earth, and ate with sickening crunches.