Lets Fill Our Stomachs!

Misha lurked into The Red Forest, knowing there was something important going on with her pack here. A pack hunt, she had heard. The woman's nostrils flared as new scents came rushing into her nose, none familiar but one. Roman. Though, the small fae wouldn't dare bother her Queen at such a time. Misha sat against the tree in the lonely background of the hunt. Her social awkwardness was taking over, making her lurk and hide at the slightest of thingsMisha closed her eyes and sighed. If only Day was here.. The small fragile woman let a sigh escape her lips, watching everyone from a calm distance away, hoping nobody would notice her.