King Elk Forest Storm

The other woman wasn't, in fact, pretty, in the least bit. A dark and mundane coat. She might have even been more striking had she been black like night itself, but her coat was muddied with browns. A fake black wolf. 

Though of course, Paloma's smile never wavered and surely shown herself as no threat. She was a tiny thing, after all! 

I don't particularly know the name of this forest, not really, but I can lead you out of it, if you'd like? She offers. I was just on a stroll myself. My Mistress will be birthing the new royals soon. I doubt I'll get out much for quite a time after.