Blackfeather Woods they say a kitchen time saves nine

He let his head rest in disappointment. There was no way he would get a proper way. Maybe he should just starve to death now. But he needed to keep pushing forward. So he could get out of this brutal place. It made him a bit confused that the she wolf didn't know the way around her own turf. Maybe she was just new.

"It is ok," he sighed, "Red will live."

It might be a lie. He just wanted to close his eyes and fall into an everlasting sleep. But he couldn't help but wanting to have fresh air. A smell other than dirt. He had gotten so used to that smell that he could barley smell anything else. His senses had abandoned him.