Haunted Wood The sun also rises

Nervous and wary of any noise that sounded in their radius, Crowfeather prowled back in the direction of the elk resting grounds with his snout searching the earth for any change in fragrance.

Germanicus spoke of an individual he had met while they had been apart, a woman who was a fine hunter. The dark wolf looked sharply to the older man and then nodded his head.

Her assistance would be helpful, yes. As long as she understands our catch is for Brecheliant… right, Germanicus? Crowfeather responded, unwilling to meet the man’s gaze for fear that he might show a glimmer of the green-eyed monster that had roared inside of him.

The elk began to settle into their beds.