Jade Fern Grove Gingerbread houses taste like candy

looking for spars mostly to get her warrior trade but up for any and all RP’s my only rule is no killing her.

Whrist hadn’t realized she had been outside the pack lands for so long now that her scent was becoming her own again. She was beginning to feel like she had when she had traveled alone those many many months. Strange that she was also feeling a little nostalgic for The Saints or was it just the grandmaster she felt and yearning for. The pelt shifted roughly catching on the small scabs still present in her ruff she grinned to herself having no one to speak to not that she was much of a conversationalist.

 She watched a Raven flit from Branch to branch close by and kept a half an eye on it as she hunted for prey closer to the ground, her travels left her peckish.

Ever vigilant in scenting as she moved along the trek only she could to follow; Whrist knew she had past by several other pack territories in the vicinity. However she didn’t care if they claimed this place, she was hungry and she would take what she needed to sustain herself. She lunged for and snapped up perhaps a chipmunk, Giving just one nearly fatal crunch, Then she had swallowed the creature possibly alive, not bothering to double check what it was she had just snatched.

The black wraith continued her journey padding along quietly enjoying the prey scattering away from her like the death incarnate she was.