Blackfeather Woods ask not the sun why she sets

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Rin stood upon the frozen ground a fair distance from the borders of Blackfeather Woods with a freshly killed rabbit hanging from her jaws. The lifeblood of the creature dripped onto the snow, speckling it with vivid crimson in a gruesome display of nature's way. Her ears pivoted around as her sharp eyes scanned the treeline. The decision to approach, not from the swamp side, but from the woodland side was an easy one; without knowledge of which pathways were safe, she knew the risk of becoming mired and drowning a lonely, slow death was all too real. Suffocation was surely not on her bucket list. 

So, instead, here she stood with a rabbit as a gift to the first wolf to stumble upon her presence. She'd made herself known a few moments ago with a sonorous howl, and now it was simply a waiting game. And patience, thankfully, she possessed in droves.