Blackfeather Woods It's not like you're unpredictable

Nyx sighed for a long while, trying to think of clever answers to the fae's questions while simultaneously trying to not think of the slobber on her pelt. It was utterly disgusting. Finally, she decided she didn't want the foxy female to know who she was. She didn't want her to know of anything. I am I, you are in a cave, we keep you here because we have nothing else to do. She rattled, already lifting and walking to the entrance. And, quite frankly, I just want a bath. That was the only thing on her mind right now; getting clean again. If you come with me, we can clean out your wounds. She added, looking back at her. At least then she could return to stitching her up a bit.