Blackfeather Woods Night of the Living Dead

Lennox's ears perked at the call of Nemesis; the only superior he'd met. He looked solemnly back down to the squirrel he'd pounced on before snapping his jaws around it and trotting off to find where she stood. When he arrived, it was only them, thus he bowed his head respectfully and dropped his snack. Nemesis he greeted, ears low and tail lower. He took a seat not too far from her and awaited a reason for the call.