Golden Glade I think I'm moving but I go nowhere

She nodded her understanding. "I'll come find you sometime," Wildfire replied. "Thank you. Good night!" She waved her black tail slowly, her chestnut eyes tracking Phox's movements as he turned and disappeared into the gloomy shadows beneath the plateau.

As silence fell over the glade, the spry she-wolf turned her attention back to the forest. Her specialty was small game, which she was quite capable of hunting all on her own. Undeterred by her solitude, she opened her other senses once more and prowled away into the darkness, the success of her venture marked by the sound of a struggle and the shrill scream of a dying rabbit later that night.