A light on the dark side of me

Morgana nodded. There are many hollow, fallen logs that make sustainable resting stops for a night, unless you are more of a cave wolf, then you will have to do some searching. She replied.
Morgana noticed his sudden hesitation before asking which pack she was from.
Morgana smirked, Blackfeather Woods. Perhaps you have heard of us? She knew that if he had, he would probably run away, which was the semi-desired effect. Honestly, she enjoyed wolves cowering in fear of her, it gave her purpose. What purpose was there to life if there was no trouble? No conflict? No war? There would be nothing. And someone had to start all that trouble. With a mischievous glint in her eye she asked, You're not scared are you? , She smirked.