Blackfeather Woods bloom, gloom & doom

Why she had not noticed the bone he was holding, she did not know, and she hid that she had not seen it upon entering the scene. Not often did she miss details, but Damien's appearance had just been too interesting for her to focus upon anything else. Not that she would admit that too. Her captivating eyes stared in his cold yet entrancing ones, many tiny dots on her face moving as she raised a brow. Had she amused him, perhaps?

Nyx? She questioned. It sounded familiar, as if it had been said around her, but she could not remember what it meant or who had called her it first. You looked... droopy on your own. She explained, a little softer, ashamed that she had wanted to comfort him if he was feeling low today. She blamed it on instincts - for she knew he was definitely the alpha male around these woods, and she needed to get on his good side.