Blacktail Deer Plateau lethal poison for the system

Zombie had laid low for a time, keeping to the shadows as was her nature. It seemed that the blood oath that had tied the wolves of Bon Dye close had been destroyed, as one by one her pack mates had left the Plateau. It irritated her to think of it; she had wanted to remain in Blackfoot Forest, but the rest had all been determined to leave it behind—together. And then they had all left anyway. Her loyalty to Hawkeye was thin at best, but still she was determined to honor the blood oath laid upon them by Jinx. Even if she had been forced to leave the forest (after all, she couldn't survive on her own), Zombie was doing the best she could to keep the pact.

Lately, however, the scent of the others had been replaced by the scent of those that were new. She still wasn't sure that she wanted to get particularly close to anyone—and could you blame her? Zombie had been abandoned time and time again. But despite that lingering fear, the thin yearling was curious about the new scents in the air. She ventured from her den, intending to cross paths with one of them, but masking it under the guise of searching for useful herbs that lay blackened beneath the snow.