Blackfeather Woods too short, walking the streets, i'm hating my haircut

@Rowan forward dateddd

His exploration takes him to the edge of a dark wood, a place that smells vaguely claimed. But only by one wolf — perhaps two. Intrigued, he halts near the borders, contemplating for a few moments before he sends up a call. Perhaps whoever lives here might be willing to show him around — and possibly share, in exchange for the added protection of Zephyr's comfortable little group. But maybe he's getting ahead of himself. He doesn't even know what this place is like on the inside yet, or who lives here.