Blackfeather Woods like a Kennedy

For @Eldritch

Lane paused at the treeline of Blackfeather Woods. An inexplicable creepy feeling crawled down her spine, as it always did when she peered into the Woods' shadowy depths. Lane was not a superstitious wolf in the least, but even she had to admit that this place had bad juju. It was the primary reason she had declined when Zephyr and Rowan offered her a home here so many moons ago. 

Some instinct compelled her to scratch in the detritus at the edge of the Woods, and when she peeled away the upper layer of the forest floor, a deer skull was unearthed.  It was sun-bleached and half buried in the dirt, appearing for all the world like it had been intentionally placed. 

Lane pulled more leaves away. Another skull. And another, and another. They were arranged in a line, marking the edge of the wood. It was the most terrifying border-marking scheme Lane had ever seen. "Fuck.." What kind of deranged pack would do such a thing? She turned over her shoulder questioningly, wondering if @Eldritch could explain.