Blackfoot Forest A Place to Belong

Pied went in search of Jinx, the pack's Alpha, since she hadn't yet spoken to her about the events that had taken place at the Dragonwatchers' plateau several weeks ago now. However, she was having trouble finding a fresh scent and tracking down the leader. The more she scoured the forest in vain, the colder Pied felt. Had the pack disbanded? Aside from Hawkeye, Pied hadn't seen much of anyone in these past few weeks. Worry gnawed at her gut as she considered what she would do if she indeed discovered that Bon Dye was no more, especially right on the cusp of wintertime.

A strange and powerful scent distracted her. With nothing else to do, Pied busied herself by following it to its source. She came across a stranger and hung back, eyeing him warily. Instinct told her that this was no member of Bon Dye, yet here he was, far into the forest. She would have been within her rights to attack to defend her pack's territory. However, Pied hesitated, uncertainly. Was there a pack to defend any longer? Even if there was, Pied really wasn't a fighter at all.

"What are you doing—" she began to ask, making a rather bold approach. Mag swooped suddenly overhead, distracting her, and she made a concerted effort to keep her focus on the unfamiliar wolf. "What are you doing, so far into the forest? This is home to the Bon Dye pack. You shouldn't be here," she said levelly, her voice firm but not aggressive and her expression cool and collected.