Blackfoot Forest you have endured a worse thing

the snow was laden, obscuring most of azreina's tracks.

astara's nose quivered as it worked, glistening as little snowflakes melted along her dark muzzle.

a chuff in the hinterwood sounded -- the blackbird froze, long ears canted forward, working in small circles the location of the noise. her eyes scanned the low hanging canopy of pine branches, coming at last to rest on a figure half-concealed by shadow.

a figure younger than her, but no less impressive. astara had always been one to trust her initial impression of a wolf, and this one seemed hardened for one so young. she strode towards her curiously, tail held at a neutral angle as she attempted to draw in the scents that would tell her more about this lurking ghost in the shadewood.

praimfaya did not let astara close; the lift of her lips was all the ghoul needed to turn and give her a wide berth. she was no fool -- this one smelled heavily of pack animals, and astara had other things to do then die that day.