Blackfoot Forest In a World of Shattered Skies

"Ah. As do I." She replied, opting to leave out the details of why she was away from the Nightwalkers. As she came forward, slowly to inch closer to the object of her curiosity, the faded scent of others on her fur would give away her status. As she whisked by, she too, also noted that it was only his own scent he carried. Briefly she thought about recruiting him, but held back. She was discontent enough as it is. Why subject another soul to the petty rule of a child?

"I think we have. Something is here." Parted jaws opened, polished teeth clasping around several ropes of toughened vine. They were no match for the force of her bite, which snapped them like splinters. A dexterous black paw raised to move aside the rest of the tangled curtains. With the view no longer quite so obscured, the narrow crack of an opening in the rock revealed itself.