Blackfeather Woods see, the devil is a liar

Scouting!

An uncomfortable silence had settled over Dulce's journey. She'd been wandering aimlessly with no real sense of direction or purpose; it'd been fun for a while, but she needed a plan. At some point, she'd managed to wander to another pack's border, obviously better maintained than the others. The scenery was menacing, but it only served to draw Dulce further in. She'd spent a day or two on the outskirts, having camped beside a tree a safe distance away. 

There was one particular evening in which her curiousity peaked. Dulce meandered over to the border, body low and submissive should anyone pass by.