With a nod to both parties, a slight smile while nodding to the two Blackfeather Wolves, Malice turned around to leave. She had never seen Nemesis flip out like that. Perhaps there was indeed a deeper character to her than just a bitch. Perhaps it was time to forgive and forget about their first encounter and just live in peace. Yet, Malice didn't know -couldn't even begin guessing- how she would react to the news.

The three Moonlit Wolves made their way back home safely, not a word spoken of the little incident with their bat-shit crazy slightly unstable neighbor. There was hardly anything said on their way back, Silver keeping quiet and things still being a little awkward between Issun and Malice. Yeah, life was weird indeed.