Don't go throwing your stones around

@Olive



Wolfsong cut through the crisp silence. Jagoda stood at the borders of the Teaghlaigh territory, having heard around Blackrock Depths that their borders, as long as they were shown respect, were not guarded with hostility by the wolves of the forest pack. The dark beast was not much for diplomacy, preferring to keep to himself.

Perhaps, however, it was residual wanderlust that lingered from his search for Ksenia that had brought his pawsteps here. He hungered for new experiences in a manner which had never struck him before. Watching the light snowfall swirl from the sky and settle down upon the tree boughs, the snowdrifts, Jagoda leaned his weight against a sturdy conifer but remained standing, yellow eyes peering into the depths of the wood. His call had long since faded, swallowed up by the silence.