Red Fern Forest wrapped up in blankets

….well, at least one cave was better than no cave, Little Crow supposed, but it would have been nice if someone knew what the fuck she was talking about. What if she’d ended up in the wrong forest altogether? How dumb with that be? It was like she as still just a stupid puppy, chasing her tail in circles round and round and round again, with nothing to show for it except being tired, hungry, and lost.

And dizzy.

Still. Wasn’t bad for someone who’d yelled at her when they first met. Little Crow sighed, her tail waving behind her hocks lazily as she watched the other yearling beat a hasty retreat, clearly eager to get back to his friend. Or maybe it was his friend. She sighed softly. “See yah,” the tawny female said, to no one in particular, because the guy was already probably too far away for him to hear in the first place.

Time for her to get out of this weird, fern laden forest, anyways. Her tail lashed and off the little lone wolf went, trotting as she carefully picked her way over fallen logs and across little rivulets. Hopefully, the next wolf she met would have better information.

Exit.