Blackfoot Forest brown sugar

Forward dated a few days to give her time to get here from the coast.

Starbuck sniffed at the edge of the old scent-marked border, smelling stale wolf musk and tree sap and leaf litter decay. This was where her feet had brought her. This was the place that she had seen with the eye that was her mind. A proud forest in the arms of a mountain, shadowed at its base. Once again her skills had proven true, but she never knew all of what was to come. That she should have come upon the pack too late was a great disappointment, though, and while she knew that there was nothing to be done, it weighed heavy on her heart. Stepping over the faded marker was a nervwracking procedure, but she wanted to see what the once-claimed territory was like and why its borders had fallen to disrepair.