Fang claimed that one of his own packmates had given him the wound. The priestess stepped closer, sniffing the wound. It was a deep wound, the flesh torn, from pulling; either from him trying to pull away, or the packmate in question pulling. It was healed a bit, but he still favored it. She clicked her tongue in disapproval. "Physical fighting between packmates is bad for the pack. It is the beginning of discontent within. I know, I have seen it many times."
Stepping back, she turned her head to look at the dark forest Fang was mentioning. "It is mysterious. I have travelled within it many times and yet I still do not know everything about it..." The forest was vast, as was the tunnels underneath it. There were dark parts of these woods she had yet to explore, but she wanted to bring her pack her as soon as she could regardless.
