Haunted Wood Be free my little pest

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She had marked all the boundaries of her new packs, new territory but found that very little was going on within the pack, in fact it seemed too quiet. She lifted her head and looked out over the land it was night, and this was her time. Her coal black pelt made her nye invisible at night. With a cursory glance over her shoulder she was off. Leaving behind the ‘safety’ that is the pack. She didn’t need safety, she didn’t need Kynareth Deagon She had only seen him the once, that ‘night’ they owed each other nothing.

She needed to breath, feel the endless dirt below her paws she needed to move and move an d keep moving until he didn’t want to anymore, she paws could take her for days and nights without rest she had no clear goal in mind just well nothing.

She drew a deep breath of fresh free air and grinned to herself yes, she was free to do as she pleased she need to answer to no one, least of all her pack. At least not until she returned home, but that would be future Whrist’s problem. Many nights and a few days of travel later she found herself below birch trees that overhung a river. She napped below a particularly large birch trees sleeping away the rest of the suns rays, then yawned as on owl hooted it’s good night call, for somewhere in the canopy above her.

Standing she sidled up to the river to wash the dusty trail from her maw before moving on, her light blue eyes casting about for trouble, she had no idea just where she was anymore not that she actually cared but one could never be to careful.