Blackfeather Woods she's the giggle at a funeral

@Khaba

there was deer scent here. it wasn't strong — so it most likely was not recent — but zharille was tempted through the woods all the same. overhead winged one raven and then another in opposite directions. they kept close, likely as hungry as she was. one called out with a klak-klak-klak as it flew, and zharille heard it land somewhere high. the shudder of the branches caused a messy fall of snow.

the wolf sulked along through the shadows for a while longer.