Deepwood Weald and between offering and banquet

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Saw this one and couldn't resist sending Keyni on over. <3

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After hanging around the Honeyed Pasture for a short period of time, Keyni moved on again. She circled back to the south, in the direction of home. Moonglow. She had been away long enough, she decided. A part of her felt guilty for having been gone this long, although she did take care to notify Kukutux of her brief departure. A female of her word, she was certain that it went unsaid between her and her leader that she would never just up and leave. Trust needed to be earned in the eyes of her new pack mates, and by keeping communications open, was a good start.

The route she took led her through a forest she had not visited before. It was a maze of spindly trees, their upper branches and leaves obscuring most of the sky. Added to that was the gentle layer of mist that seemed to cling to the air. Alert jade eyes squinted. She was indecisive. On one hand, this woodland could be seen as very calming. Peaceful and relaxing. And on the other, eerie and unsettling. Haunting, almost. She hadn't decided how she felt about it yet. If you asked her, she would have told you it all depended on the kind of wolf you are. 

Ahead through the mist, there is movement. Sounds of shuffling. Coughing. A struggle? Her brows knitted. She was still too far away, obscured by the annoying layer of fog to see them. Airing on the side of caution but opting not to leave the soul to ail any further, the half Tundrian relied on her other senses. She padded on soft paws, calling out gingerly in hopes of not inciting any alarm.