Haunted Wood Bad Kind of Butterflies

Serem left her post. It had been some time since she'd been seen around the Woods, but Vanity was glad for it. Her presence settled her. She chuffed, approaching the raven at a light trot. She'd been craving deer velvet; the chewy, musky skin was a strange item to crave, but she'd had the craving before. 

She grinned at Serem, knowing Hashut would now stop shadowing her and could find some time for himself. "How are you feeling, Serem?" A new scent adorned her coat. Male, from the outside. A new pack mate had arrived; she would seek him next.