Ghastly Woods A little game of cat and mouse

Flair or Enia!

Magpies have overrun the forest!

Those magpies were a tease.

Bracken's stomach was empty and the scent of the rasping, ornery birds was everywhere. They bounced from tree to tree, swooping so low that the Reinier could feel twigs rain down on her as they landed on dead branches. The young wolf ducked her head, pushing bodily through a half-dead shrub; ignoring the birds animosity as best she could. She hadn't thought it would go on for so long. There seemed to be no end to them and they had not grown used to her presence in the least. The best she could do was getting through the forest as fast as possible, there was no opportunity to search for him or find something to eat.

Every once in a while she would find signs of others, abandoned dens long over-grown and dilapidated. Bracken made a quick inspection of what used to be Hollowheart Keep, not grasping the full extent of what must have happened years ago. It was of no real importance to her: nothing edible and no leads in a trail gone cold.

Bracken risked a nose in the air, burnt orange eyes following the closest magpie. She hoped this way would lead out of the forest soon. There was no way to tell, the air was as dead as the forest. With a near-silent huff, the young woman continued. Her only option was to keep going forward.

(This post was last modified: Jul 29, 2017, 07:30 PM by Bracken.)

Sorry I took so long getting to this <3

These days she felt much more at ease away from the Thickets. There seemed to be an odd tension within Secret Woodlands, like something strange was building up, something ominous. She didn’t like it one bit! Flair was a practical wolf, she worked with what she could see, but her eyes told her all was as it should be: The borders safe, her brothers growing and happy, the pack stronger than it had been in a long time. But this, this feeling, she didn’t know what to do with that, and it irked her. Travelling out into the land helped her, she freed herself of that nagging sense that something was off, and just let her body take charge, trotting for miles and miles, finding previously undiscovered places in the vast regions of Relic Lore. Her senses let her, ears and nose guiding her to nearby water, alerting her to grassing herds, or illuminating a fresh trail for a bit of sport and a good meal. Today that meant these woods, even denser than her thicket home, but without the warm atmosphere. The trees here were low and gnarly, branches reaching out like dark fingers, poking and tearing at skin and fur. But the fiery yearling never backed away from a challenge. Venturing into the forest, she kept her ears perked, nostrils flaring as they caught the faint scents of damp, moss and; Carrion? Sure, she liked a good hunt, but no wolf ever backed away from a chance at an easy meal, so she fallowed the smell, and soon she heard them. The racket of her fellow scavengers told the girl that she was on the right track, though from the sound of it they would be fighting for the scraps; It had to be a big carcass for so many birds to gather, and make such infernal noise. She had to be getting close, but it was hard to tell, the further she moved in among the dense vegetation, the more still the air became, hiding the scent trail. So she went by ear, following the screeching and flapping of wings. There, the snap of a branch, movement in the woods. Turning another cluster of trees, Flair prepared herself for the onslaught of the birds, but instead she suddenly found herself face to face with another wolf. Word count: 389 Thoughts ”Speech”

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No worries, Puppy! This week has been crazy for me


The magpies themselves were overjoyed with the sight of a fleeing wolf. They screeched back and forth to each other, celebrating their position as top predator. Finally, they had conquered the mighty wolf! To reinforce this turn of events they launched at her gray-streaked rump, sometimes coming away with fur in their claws.

Bracken felt a little differently about the whole situation. Her annoyance was beginning to turn to alarm. She rushed along, uncaring of the undergrowth that scraped and caught in her coat. There would be time to groom it out later, once she found her way out of the forest. She hurried along, ears pressed down to protect them and not looking up from the path in front of them.

The last thing Bracken was expecting to see was another wolf, and she didn't notice Flair until the last second. She looked up at the flash of red fur and ungracefully swung wide to avoid a collision, uttering a breathless "Oh, shit." Leaves and branches broke underfoot as she struggled to a hasty stop, wide orange eyes never leaving the Athesila. The surprise made her forget the magpies for a moment. Bracken perked her ears amiably and stepped forward, "Hey, do you know how—"

Her words were cut off as a furious magpie launched itself down at the insolent wolf. Bracken stumbled backwards, snapping her teeth in it's direction... least it get too close.

There is a family of deer nearby. Hunt Opportunity