~Bolarish Pack~
The forest was still when she arrived.
A haunting silence hung in the air like a mist that refused to lift, cloaking the ancient trees in a shroud of secrecy. Even the rustling leaves seemed to hush their whispers as the figure moved through them.
Clad in a black robe, the hood drawn low to conceal most of her features, the woman walked with deliberate steps, her boots brushing against the damp earth without sound. She reached a massive tree—one of the oldest in that part of the woods—and turned to rest her back against it, folding her arms across her chest. Her stance was calm, but there was a stiffness to her posture that betrayed her anticipation. Her breath was even, but her eyes, hidden beneath the shadow of her hood, were alert and calculating.
Minutes passed. The stillness endured.
