Blacktail Deer Plateau Cats don't play nice

There was a sadness to the sunshine wolf. A sadness Amalia thought she could recognize at least in part. And yet she also knew no one wolf could truly know the struggles of another. And though she wished to ask she decided twas not her place.



Amalia made a face as she ate the plant. But she stood on shaky legs and took a shuddering breath.

It's this way. she began to sniff at a trail. I'm a scout.