Blackfeather Woods she's the giggle at a funeral

Walking, walking, walking. It was all he could do. He could turn heel and return home, for it was no longer home. It would never be until Makono ascended the throne designed for her.

Khaba did his best not to travel too far from the mesa, but yet kept far enough of a distance so that none would follow his scent. 

The dark beast hid well in the shadows. It was unnerving, to say the least. And when a crackle sounded from the trees, he could feel an itch crawl up his spine. 

Moving forward slowly, teeth bared, his eyes searched carefully for what was or was not ahead of him in these trees.