Blackfeather Woods I came here to run it

Astrid had yet to learn about Blackfeather woods' interesting family trees and long, dark history. She only knew of their complicated religion and her father's language. Little did she know there was much more to the dark woods and not much she could do about it. Of course she hoped that one day she'd be ruler of it all, without Damien by her side, but for now she tried to focus on getting to know her packmates.

She smiled at the man in front of her. Me too. She wasn't lying, not really, but the name brought back memories of her time with Damien. He had told her so much and had even acted as if he was sort of interested in her - but in the end, he just left her. The filth. Sheogorath? Kind of long, isn't it? She noticed. How about Sheo? She proposed, not one to waste precious air on such a long name.