Blackfeather Woods kissing wounds

Malila was familiar with not fitting in. First Rivenwood and then Mereo. Back then, she had been desperate. Found no other choice because of the harsh winter season and her poor condition. While her former pack had hardly been the ideal fit for her, she had learned much in her stay there. How to fight, or at least, to defend herself. She knew her weaknesses. She had studied more of herbs, under the guidance of Aquene. But most importantly, she learned what she did and did not want out of life.

She wanted her freedom. Choices. Without any regret, now that the weather was beginning to warm, she descended into the unknown. The forest was dark with curling shadows at every turn. Quiet and mysterious. She almost liked it, even if a pale, wispy thing such as herself was so out of place.

She was feeling unusually optimistic. It had to be the spring season creeping in. Or the likelihood that prey would be easier to catch. The perfect time for her to sharpen her piss poor hunting skills. Something moved a ways up ahead. Her attention caught, she went to investigate. She was led to a willow tree, where, cautiously she sniffed at the base, yet unaware of the other wolf stationed at the opposite side.