Shadewood The future tense of fear is either comedy or tragedy

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Unlike others in the pack, currently dragged to the security of the woodlands while they waited for the deluge to cease, Chacal had begun to come out of her shell a bit in the closeness and security that the forest provided for her. While she'd first found the forest dizzying and disorienting, she'd begun to realize that she could find her way around better now that she'd begun learning how to track and follow her markings back to the safe place where she spent most of her time with her mothers and siblings. The trees also became more familiar, recognized by burls and scars, leading her down familiar paths to familiar clearings. She'd begun exploring a bit further day by day, always returning to her mothers and siblings for food and reassurance whenever she felt she'd been out long enough. 

But her little excursions away from their resting place could often be prolonged a bit whenever she crossed paths with someone she knew and trusted- such as one of her siblings. When she spotted Arcelia perched on a stump, lost in what appeared to be a zen-like state, she began to sneak closer, her steps careful and hesitant, pausing every now and again to make sure she hadn't been spotted. She wanted to see how close she could get to her pretty sibling before she got caught.