Blackfeather Woods Just another walk in the woods

Guarding the border had been uneventful, but Celara was glad to return to the camp. In winter, away from the shelter of the trees, rain and wind had lashed at her as she walked. Now her shift was over, however, and she could return to now-comforting darkness of the Blackfeather Woods. 

A Raven swooped by, cawing at her. Celara rather wanted to eat it, but she wasn't going to break the rules of her new pack. So she ignored it and started running, running until she reached the dens.