Blackfeather Woods plating

tavina shook out her coat. if the boy had come this way, he had picked quite a snarl of a place to reside indeed. "we'll spread out," she decided. here the rain did not cut down so harshly. she picked her way across thawing moss and the slimy, exposed sides of a fallen, rotted tree.

the scent she found was not crowfeather, decidedly unwolfish at that. the sesh froze, lifting keen muzzle into the cold air.

"you might as well come out," her voice suggested dryly. tavina did not move forward in her search. she stayed as she was, sharp eyes hunting for any movement that might confirm her suspicions.