Hundreds of wolves and vampires marched forward slinking through the trees following the paths they were told would lead them to their Princess. A small white cat leapt limb to limb nose to the air searching for any scent that would give them a greater chance of finding their destination. A general area was all they were given. Days of marching had led to nothing, their scouts returned with less new information each day. His ears twitched in every direction listening for new distinctive sounds. Several large groups of wolves their coats matted and covered in mud, the weather had not been kind to them in their search, rain clouds blanketed the sky and the water had begun to stand for a lack of places to seep into. The ground water logged made for a long-wet march, making camp at night was d
