Blackfeather Woods Send shivers down my spine

It was in Nyx's blood to piss off even the hardest working soldier - the most loving, devoted creatures. It was who she was and she was not afraid of it. Rather, she embraced how bitter and uncaring she could be to anyone but her brother and Damien. Finally, she had shaved off the wool of the wolf in sheep's clothing, revealing what kind of creature the other really was. You look like a fool not even worthy of this conversation. Astrid sneered slightly. If you are not pleased with my judgement, go seek someone who will be pleased with your attitude. She advised nearly wisely were it not for the mocking tone she held.

She watched the other brace for an attack that was miles away. Nyx was sure she could handle her but was not about to get her paws dirty over something that the whole pack would agree with; letting the woman who so obviously held no respect for an Apaata/Blackfeather mix of blood was a grave mistake. Well then; leave. Nyx said with the smallest of shrugs and raised eyebrows of faked innocence. It was clear what she was trying to indicate, and Nyx placed her chin near the scars littered across her chest. Her ears pressed forward, tail lashing quite aggressively and yet no tenseness was held by her speckled form. She was in the safe zone of her own home and with the smallest of howls could she summon true demons of the woods.