Blackfeather Woods Find your way, through the mist.

@Zephyr
The woods seemed far less ominous now.  
The daylight helped, Celara thought. Now the sun had risen, and though little of his light pierced through the leaves, the forest seemed transformed. Strange and mysterious it still was, but now it seemed like a place of wonder, rather than fear.

But as pleasant as it was, sunlight by itself was not the explanation. Celara had a pack again. She didn't need to run between the territories, never staying for more than a few nights, to be wary of any wanderer she smelt. It felt wonderfully right, freeing despite the obligations it brought her. This was how a wolf was meant to live.

Alas, the she-wolf's joy was brought low soon after she breakfasted. Once she caught two small fish in a stream, Celara remembered that she could not just hunt and guard. If she wanted to truly be part of this pack, she would need to know the other wolves within, and that would mean talking to them. 

She could probably put most of that off for a few days, but at the very least she should probably learn to recognize the co-leader. She didn’t want a repeat of what had happened with Ibis, she thought, a flicker of longing appearing and being squashed. Not every wolf would be as kind as she had been, after all.

When she at last trotted back to the camp, Celara made sure to look around, checking for any sign of which other wolf led besides Rowan. She could ask, but she would prefer not, if she could help it. Best not to bother him unless she needed to.