The Tomb of the Forest

Kisu looked around as he stopped near the entrance of the crowded forest. He tilted his head into the air, the familiar scent of rain touching his nose. The sky was mostly grey, something he felt lifted his spirits rather than hindered them.

Moving into the trees, the overcast sky was immediately blocked from his view. The evergreens swayed slowly in the wind, the moss on their trunks sticking its ground. The grey wolf felt like he was meeting the sister of Blackfoot Forest; she was a bit unsettling, but not as much as hearing the shrieks and being shoved into the pitch-black of the other forest that was miles away.

He moved slowly, his shoulder blades poking his fur upward as he sniffed the ground. Another wolf was near. Kisu wound his head around, looking for any physical markings. He wasn't necessarily in a grumpy mood, but preferred to be alone at the moment. It didn't seem as if that would last long, though, as he heard something move in the brush nearby. His silvery-goldenrod eyes stuck to the direction the noise had come from, waiting for the creature to show herself.