Deepwood Weald fṇðṇ

So. She hadn't fully given Vengeance the whole truth. Yes, the bewitcher was searching for a place to resurrect her Family's spirits. But she'd heard the word of another pack forming in the valleys, not too far to the north. Not far enough, at least, to not propose competition.
That was the word anyway.

So, she decided that after she'd found a place, which she did, she would scout. And make a warning. They had to be gone.
She pressed her painted face into the growing border. Stronger than what had been reported; more numbers. She had to be careful, but the scents were all female.
Still, the females were the most dangerous. They were closer to Diablo.

A white form was reflected in her ruby eyes. Some naturalist, it seemed, for her gaze cast upwards often. Peering at the Night's Eye through the canopy and mist.
Scarred, so caution was needed. Some warrior perhaps. Pfft, a naturalist and warrior. Preposterous.
She rose on her silted legs, stepping closer with a curled tail, circling from behind. Never place yourself in front. That makes you a snack.

"Not the smartest place to form a pack...hm?"
Surely there were better places. The coast seemed plentiful.