Blackfoot Forest in the springtime of the year

Yup, it's day times!

Perhaps if Spine had arrived when night was falling, she would have believed she found what had been eluding her thus far. The screams of foxes, after all, sounded like the keening of banshees—and she wasn't extremely familiar with the species back home. After all, the sheer amount of Blackthorns would scare almost anything away from that forest. But as it were, the sun was high in the sky and Blackfoot Forest seemed to be relatively calm and quiet, and the young female was oblivious to the eerie turn the territory would take as night fell.

Intent on her search, Spine didn't realize that another was close by—at least not until the quiet, shy "hello" broke through the silence. If the breeze hadn't died down at just the right moment, the independent Blackthorn might have missed it altogether. Scanning the trees for the source, it took a moment for her to notice the tawny female a few meters ahead, just barely visible behind a trunk.

Trusting by nature, Spine swept her tail in a dog-like wag of greeting, and said, "Hello!" with a friendly grin. "You haven't happened to come across any nemetons in this forest, have you?"