Blackfeather Woods Dancing on my grave

Hello!

The dark male approached, dominance apparent, and after a short question immedietly begun to inspect her. Her eyes flicked toward him in subtle annoyance, though she knew better then to protest. Instead, she lay still and pressed her ears flat against her skull in submission, following his dark form a moment with her eyes. The Brotherhood scent lay heavy on him, and he seemed familiar with the woods.

"Aeronwyn" she said simply, but politely. She did not shrink back from him, but simply watched him. He seemed rather aggressive, though young, it seemed. She was not overly talkative, and so waited for him to finish his inspection of her and speak.