Emberwood Only good things avoided me

Grezig was patrolling the borders—again. She had been getting up every day to do so, finding that it helped pass the time. There wasn’t much else to do in the winter months. There were no animals to hunt, and sparring would only waste precious energy with food so scarce. So, patrolling it was. Besides, every time she went out to do this, she seemed to run into some stranger along the outer edge of the Emberwood. How it was that she always happened to be in the right place at the right time to meet these strangers she did not know, but it was something she chose not question.

This morning was no different. A black she-wolf skirted along the edge of the trees before her and Grezig chuffed to let her know she was there. The woman didn’t seem to be infiltrating and was moving parallel to the edge of the forest, so Grezig was not threatened by her. She was merely curious. “Hail,” she called, moving toward her.