Blackfeather Woods Drowning

"Amun home," he recalled the soft voice of Jakoul fondly as he walked the territory. She had been so kind to him, so trusting. He almost immediately felt welcome in this new space despite its darkness and somewhat undesirable landmarks. It had rained earlier. The earth of the Woods was damp, the scent of the soil hung thick below the canopy. Amun was covered in flecks of dirt from splashing in a puddle he'd found hours before.

In good spirits, he wandered until he heard the worrying sound of sobbing. He didn't recognize the voice - that was hardly surprising since he had only been around for a week. An anxious frown surfaced as he quickened his pace toward the crying.

At first, he thought it was Jakoul. The she-wolf was also black like the ravens that seemed to swarm here. As he grew closer, he confirmed by her scent that it was not. "Are you okay?" He kept his distance, standing a couple of metres from her to give the poor creature some space. Everything in Amun wanted to swoop in and rescue her from whatever terror had poisoned her. He failed to see the grave site. "I mean.. Can I help, maybe?" He ammended, as he could see very well that she was not okay.