Blackfoot Forest In a World of Shattered Skies

The screeches of the foxes grew more and more distant, and then stopped altogether when another sound filled the air. The distinct howl of one of her own. Kin. Somewhere out here in this great network of a forest. She pauses, a paw suspended in midair. Her tail flicks as she debates with herself. Is she really in the mood for company? Sighing, Tzila decided that it couldn't hurt just to see what this stranger was all about.

Tipping her head back, she returned his cry with a long, low howl of her own. Her voice was powerful. Haunting and mysterious. As she continued to make her way along her originally chosen path, he would eventually find her, tucked within the very shadows and blackness from which she was formed.