Secret Woodlands That Heaven is overrated

Ashanti smiled as he agreed to go hunting with her. He suggested outside the thicket which made her happy because it was quite cramped in the thicket, at least for her. She nodded, her icy blue eyes set on a successful hunt that she and Sloane would accomplish. She hoped that others may benefit from it and she was already feeling distracted. Ashanti gave a nod to the wolf that was underneath the warm blanket of grey, russet and black fur. She followed Sloane, the one who had talked to her with the bright amber eyes. She trotted after him on the way to find the hunting grounds. She wondered what they would hunt, was it deer, or was it perhaps a goat? No, goats were mountain animals right?

Ashanti’s tail was still lower then Sloane’s, but walking was uncomfortable for her with her tail against her belly, so it was just lower then Sloane’s, that was all there was too it. The mid-afternoon sun was starting to go and disappear towards the distance ahead of her. After this she would need to try and find what little herbs she could to store. There were very few in the winter in the northern reaches of the hemisphere where the lore laid. It was troubling, and yet not at the same times. Anyone who could survive the cold climates of winter in the Relic Lore, they would be able to survive anywhere. At least that was what she saw it as personally. She was ready for the hunt. She needed this hunt to take her mind off of things. Her mind was already fading on the subject.