Blackfeather Woods Drowning

Dancing on his toes, Amun watched Moonshadow rise. She appeared almost as a void, the blackness of her fur seeming to darken the air around her. He wondered if most of the wolves of Blackfeather were, in fact, black. Maegi thus far had been the only exception.

Amun did a strange little twist not unlike a pirouette, moving away from the den site and toward the Mire in the hope that the rain had stirred some ducks and frogs out of their ponds. He danced ahead of Moonshadow, his silliness perhaps a bit much for the mood. "Jakoul showed me around, so I think maybe I know where we can find something," he said, hardly a convincing tone in his voice.