Deepwood Weald Fell for these Ocean Eyes

@Pestilence

Her curiosity and urge to explore the territories surrounding her own had lead her southward, avoiding the coast. She would distance herself from the water after the foul experience with the Youlong tribe- although she had to hand it to them, their warriors were formidable. If she wasn't the type to hold grudges she might have been willing to work out an alliance. But a feud was a feud and she would eat that fish eating bitch's heart someday. 

She found herself in a wood of densely packed narrow trees, accompanied by an eerie mist along the ground. It reminded her of home, the dizzying, disorienting aura of the place and the near silence of her pawsteps. A wolf that didn't happen to know how to navigate such a forest would easily be lost forever, and it didn't take her long to find the dessicated carcass of such an unfortunate soul, curled up around a tree root, a pile of tiny bones where the stomach has once been. At first she thought it was a pregnancy ended badly, but on closer inspection...she squinted with disgust. The dead creature had eaten its own young in desperation. She kicked a bit of dirt over the carcass and continued her exploration, careful to look at the ground, not too long at the trees.