Blackfeather Woods white bones

Chroma hadn’t been a member of her pack long, but already she felt an overwhelming sense of dread and confusion. Never before had the ebony wraith been involved in such an arrangement. Usually, it was just a twosome; her mother and herself, wandering aimlessly day in and day out, making enemies as they traveled, being chased off again and again. For once, Roma decided to break the cycle and attempt life in a normal sort of fashion; but that didn’t make her any less anxious about the whole situation. A loner by nurture, the she-wolf hadn’t a clue how the whole “pack life” thing went. And, from her meeting with Burke, it was probably obvious.
 
As the female traveled lazily through her new home – Blackfeather Woods – she attempted to find some kind of comfort. Her large, black paws stayed along the stream that ran through it, ears twitching with every step she took. The sound of the stream was familiar, even relaxing. Despite the woods being barren from the locus that had revenged the lands, she still felt safety within the woods. Their darkness would always provide the comfort she needed, even now.
 
The female paused in her slowed moments, allowing her silver eyes to glance around. Nose shuddering slightly, she wondering if any of her new pack mates were around. After all, she’d need to acclimate to how things were done here. She’d need to fit in, learn names, and figure out this new life of hers. Hopefully, anyway.