Jade Fern Grove The loneliest people are the kindest

After her nth hunting failure, Haunt sighed under her breath and began wandering aimlessly though the grove. Kaertok still hadn't come back, though that was just as well, since she hadn't caught any small game for him yet. She would succeed or die trying, though right at the moment, the youngster needed a respite. She found a patch of tepid sunlight and flopped to the ground, eyes and ears constantly moving as Haunt took a few moments to sit still otherwise.

Some time later, she heard footfalls off in the grove. Haunt tensed, head raising and ears pricking. She listened, hard, pinpointing the direction of the noise. She then began to slink through the underbrush, slowly and carefully, freezing when she glimpsed a flash of red fur in the distance. Thinking it might be a fox, Haunt sniffed at the air, though the light wind blew in the wrong direction. Deciding it didn't matter, so long as she could practice her tracking, the ghostly young she-wolf prowled forth.