The white washed wolfess darted through the forest growth, her speed not dampened by the fall leaves that crunched under foot. Her mission was simple, The Painted had different times of the year then what the forest rats did - and the most up coming was the night they deemed 'The Chilling'. Her fur was ruffled in the cold breeze, and Nonah's ear ducked quickly to her head. "Forest Rats, Forest Rats let us in," she chuckled to herself, but the usual cruelty to her tone was lost, replaced by a growing fear. Whispy clouds blocked out a stream of Moonlight and instantly she froze in place, remaining as still as possible until the over head condensation cleared.
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