Drakestone Island, Wolfwood...
Wolfwood was not somewhere you wanted to be at night, especially with all the ruthless predators lurking about in the darkness. The moon was shining brightly overhead, piercing through the treetops high above. Some trees stood tall, while others were closer to the ground. Other than a few chirping crickets, the forest was deathly quiet. Maria and Sakuya found themselves wondering these woods after walking for several hours on foot. If they wanted to find any signs of an Amarok, their best bet was to search for a cave or large burrow in which it would take shelter. An atmosphere of unease settled in the farther in they ventured, almost like they were being watched by something, or somethings.