Zuka took her time, careful around the grove with a caution that usually only prey would have. Her tail was low and her ears were high, shooting up at any noise. The trip down the cliff after being kicked by a rabbit? Hell no, she had her guard on high. She was done hunting rabbits. To hell with those critters. She would keep on squirrels and she was amazed as her skill at hunting mice and sometimes small birds

Though the cloudy sky sat vigilant against the thinning, boiling sun, rain seemed very likely on the horizon. She needed to find shelter, correct? That seemed like the right thing to do. She trudged on, ignoring her growling stomach. The mouse was definitely not going to help all, she was going to bed hungry. Screw it, she didn't care. She'd be fine... Perhaps.

The distant thunder only made her jump... Hopefully she just slept through the night... Her ears lowered, her orange gaze dimming as she trotted along a little faster, ready to find whatever shelter she could afford for the night.

Having crossed the running waters of the Silent streams, along with traversing what felt like the ever changing terrain of the singing hills, a large and tired wolf finally arrived within the eerie setting of Raven’s grove. Having walked hours to get this far, the Timberwolf known as Creed was eager to find a place to rest for a couple of hours. At the very least a nice, quiet spot where he could nap and offer relief to sore paws. Poor guy wasn’t even aware as to why he wandered so. Like most of his kind he longed for a place to belong, however none felt like the right fit for him. With that, he continued on what seemed like a never ending journey. One leg at a time.

With each step of his lightly colored paws, pointed ears swiveled, and turned in every which direction. This particular grump sorely hated being surprised, and so he was often on high alert. A dark black nose was near the ground as his head lowered. Carefully, he’d inhale the lingering scents nearby, analyzing each scent his nose took in. At first there was nothing out of the ordinary, faint traces of rabbits, coyotes, mice. But there was one scent that caught the tri-colored males attention. Focusing on this newer scent the sticky brute huffed. Reacting with a growl. “Hm..let’s hope they won’t cause issues.” He grumbled to himself as he stood tall, fiery red eyes looking up to the sky.

Taking note of the changing clouds, and the misty organic scent which filled the air. “Rain..” Creed muttered. With an annoyed grow rumbling within his chest, he’d reluctantly decide to ignore the scent of the wolf. Swiftly, he’d trudge along the path ahead. Now on the search for any sort of sheltering he could reside within, for the time being at least.

The she-wolf tucked under a large tree, it's roots shielding her from the forest around her. The smell of rain heavy now, but no drop was to be found just yet. Zuka tucked closer to the inner part of the area, the light that could be seen blasting shapes and such on the ground below her paws. She took a soft breath, moving around to getore comfortable in the cramped rooted area. There seemed to be only enough room for about three wolves her size, and believe me, she was petite. It was definitely a tight fit.

She lay her head down on her paws, followed by a soft sigh. Maybe things would be better in the morrow... She knew it was too early to close her eyes, she already felt paranoid and unrelaxed... Sleeping now would be foolish, especially with the amount of Anxiety she already had.

But alas... Her eyelids grew heavy, closing them for only a minute seemed just right. That was until she could hear someone... Someone close. Her head shot up and she bonked it right on the tree bottom above herself.

She groaned, Damn tree! she snarled in a hushed voice, rubbing the top of her head with a paw, her orange gaze instantly darting towards every possible exit of the rooted jungle in which she seemed plausible for her makeshift den.

Having taken a decent look around the area in search for a any suitable spot for him to rest in, Creed was at a loss. He was quiet large and the other areas seemed to have been a tad bit too tight and cramped for the larger male. And after some time he felt the droplets of rain finally begin dribbling down from the cloud-darkened sky, in which he retaliate with a low growl of frustration. As his coat began to become more and more soaked as he moved along the grove, he found himself growing increasingly irritable. But finally he saw it, a tree with large, exposed roots underneath, perhaps finally he could comfortable. That’s what he thought..until he smelled her. The remaining scent of the wolf he smelled much earlier before. Great..

As he approached the tree, he lowered his head slightly. Ever curious of the identity of this mystery wolf. He was certain he could defend himself just fine, perhaps his reason for not being too incredibly cautious. Finally, his lips parted. A deep, gruff voice speaking out to the stranger under the tree. But the tone of his voice also has a hint of hidden kindness behind it. “Hello? I mean you no harm. I’m simply in search of a place to wait out the rains.” Said the timber wolf, whom now stood just outside of the tree, half shielded from the rain due to the help of the leaves above.