Jade Fern Grove And I'm definitely sure I would know if she was part shark

Orson would not like to admit that the grove unnerved her. She was not a fan of total silence. The silence of the grove was disturbed by shuffling and the fluttering of wings. It was faint, but even the quietest of noises was enough to attract her attention. She headed towards the sound, knowing it could be anything from a rabbit to a bear, but desperate for stimulation beyond the echo of her own thoughts.

She trotted towards the noise, careful not to sound like a stopping revenant as she moved through the ferns until she found what she thought was the source. A grayscale wolf. The young wolf stared upward at the tops of the trees. An odd thing to be looking at for most wolves. Lookin' fer sometin'? she cocked her head.