Blackfeather Woods Nocturne

Neither of them moved. Kotake herself was as still as a statue, her disposition seemingly serene with the exception of her hard, stony gaze. She was calm. Kotake did not know this wolf, though she knew few with the exception of her family. Only now was Kotake able to leave her natal den and wander, after all. Though he had disturbed her, Kotake had no desire to return to her previous task any longer. Perhaps this wolf would teach her something. All, silent or otherwise, provided her with lessons she would not forget.