Blackfeather Woods the war at home

things had been....strange for lack of a better word. on one hand, it felt pretty damn good to be under the shelter of the thickly packed trees after spending so much time in a constant state of paranoia out in the overly exposed flatlands. however the whole pledging herself to a group of wolves thing had left her completely on edge. she was left constantly expecting something, waiting for what had to be an inevitable bad to catch up like it always did. the silence had become utterly deafening. 

it didn't help that the quiet she spoke of was not only metaphorical for you could taste the oncoming winter on the sharper breezes and it had sent what brave critters that had remained around this long off into hiding. if it was not for the rustle of the bare branches reaching to the heavy skies- just waiting for the signal to drop their burden down onto the wolves in bitter flurries, she could have been trapped in her own little bubble of nothingness. a shiver races down the length of her spine and she isn't sure if it's called on by the cold itself. 

aimless wandering leads her to a cave- decorated quite like the border itself had been where she'd orginally been escorted to. for honestly no reason in particular her paws guide her carefully through the entrance and into the darkness beyond. her gaze narrows in an attempt to adjust to the dim lighting after the harsh contrast of the bright snow dusted forest. shapes were only starting to make sense when a voice sounds behind the pale woman- causing her to whip around in the direction of its source. muscles tense under a thick creamy pelt as lips lift slightly- revealing prepared rows of creamy fangs..waiting to do what they did best. the reaction was a bit much even for her but she hadn't been lying about the whole being even more on edge than usual but after a couple moments she realises that what is before her doesn't seem to exactly be an immediate threat. 

it was a boy and he'd spoken a name. a quick sweep of her gaze along with the twitch of her nose confirmed that they were alone so he hadn't been directly addressing another. unless he'd mistaken her for whoever 'maegi' was? "no" is the soft reponse given, she can't truly tell but he doesn't seem to be in a good way. however not wanting to intrude if she's not welcome she steps back to put a bit more space between the two. "i can leave?" part of her almost wants to- she'd had no desire to bump into another wolf of her pack today but something holds her in place as she watches the boy. for some aboslutely unexplainable reason she waits.