Blackfeather Woods Fiodh

There’s a pack to the east of Paleo now. Anselm considers his options, lips pursed by the unexpected detour he’d have to take. 

He swung south now, nose to the ground as he read the familiar and unfamiliar scents of the world. In his mind’s eye a picture was painted - a tapestry of forest and arboreal creatures, a thousand different lives all hidden and unseen. 

He froze when a familiar scent rose to his senses; wolf. 

But where? Anselm began to trail the scent path, head low as the forest gradually darkened into heavy undergrowth.