Haunted Wood They say flowers can open new paths

Winter air nipped at the wolf. Shiranui padded quickly through the forest. Prey scent lingered in the air. The last remnants of sunlight were slipping behind the mountains. It would get colder. 

Shiranui paused, sniffing at the touch of wind. The wolf searched the trees with sharp eyes. His ears stood erect upon his head. The wariness slipped from his figure and Shiranui resumed prowling.