The Bracken Woods chapter six.

 

Another day. Another set of woods he had not yet traveled through before. They were no where near as dark as the Blackfoot forest, though equally far less noisy, as the foxes here did not call this place home. However, by smell, it seemed obvious that large prey did call this place home. The forest seemed endless. It wasnt the most beautiful he had seen and yet with how large it was, he was certain there was many mysteries yet to find- quaint little spots, an abundance of prey, areas for storage, miles and miles to explore.... 

And so, without an agenda before him, he began to do so. The dark wolf moved through the thick bracken greenery. Long, spidery legs taking each step cautiously and delicately.  Large ears listening, waiting, curious...