Blackfeather Woods There's no such thing as sweeter a sting

He did make her think about it all, that much was true. She hadn't stopped to think about her, The Woods and their image for a while. As Gamma and daughter of their leader, she had duties (mostly assigned by herself) and conversations like this had been missing for quite a while. Strange that she only held meaningful conversations with Damien. Or was it? They had known each other for a while now. Him leaving and coming back was the only consistent thing in her life, it seemed. She let out a soft sigh, gaze averting for just a second before she focused on her partner in crime.

How do you propose we do that? She asked in a cool tone. The wolves now part of our Woods are not elites. I think they are content the way we are now, almost nothing remains of our former glory. How will we make them listen? She expressed her concerns with a frown, wanting him to have all the answers like he usually did. But to be honest, their plan wasn't one for just two wolves. They needed minds like theirs, or at least shape them like theirs.

Her ears flicked. The news took some time to sink in, but her eyes grew slightly wider. Of course she did. She commented coldly with disdain. It wasn't surprising, but still it pained her to think she really was only an object to the darn monster of a mother - if one could even call her that. Her only daughter - yeah just marry her off to some guy while she stumbled unknowingly through the woods. What a life she had been promised. Still, their own children might just be what they needed for their plan to succeed. Minds to shape... Wasn't that what she wanted? And how she had lusted for Damien's affection... Could she want him like that again, given time?

She let an uncomfortable silence settle between them as she thought things through. What did she have left to lose besides her purity? Then I will be. She answered, confident about her decision. For The Woods.