Blackfeather Woods Fiodh

Kinloch pressed on, unaware of the young shadow that trailed behind him. The unknown drew the silver wolf deeper into the wood until he happened upon the remnants of a wolf den. Scents had faded from it long before the Frostfur boy had found it. The forest had been a home, once. It was curious to know this and look upon the trees and earth. He wondered what it was like for the wolves of the dark wood.

Ogling the foliage, Kinloch turned and caught the glint of orange eyes. His head lifted, shooting back in surprise.

Who follows? the pale man called into the trees. Wary but not fearful, Kinloch's tone was welcoming enough to lure the watcher from their hiding place.