Emberwood Trojan war

The swift-moving wolf galloped towards the forest, sun beating down on her brown back. Her strides were long, and in no time the crimson and saffron trees were making way for her as she entered the welcoming home of abundant trees. Falwasi decelerated once in the forest, wary of scaring any prey that happened to be nearby. Her prime logic to visiting the Emberwood was to hunt. She hadn't in a while and she was hungry. Hungry to eat, and kill.

Ambling through the array of trees, she trapped an unfamiliar scent. A pack wolf, but an unfamiliar pack to her knowledge. Falwasi deeply wanted the smell to be her imagination so that she could have some alone time hunting, but unfortunately it wasn't. The wolf would smell her, eventually, but for now she was going to hunt. She wasn't too much of a social butterfly, so the stranger would have to come and find her if he wished.