Haunted Wood I always find my place among the ashes

He hid in the trees until a familiar voice called to him from the distance where the pack seemed to occupy. He crept from his hiding spot and into the clearing in front of the borders being careful not to cross them. "Hermana, you've grown." She seemed to carry herself in a higher stance than before. "I smell Nakara here. Por què?" He knew they never got along so there was no way she was here under good graces.