Blackfeather Woods My past has tasted bitter

She shook her head to clear her thoughts, the wind seemingly smoothing down her neck fluff as if she was stroking her hair back. Anyway, I had been wondering if you would like to accompany me on a small hunting trip. She asked with curious, bright eyes and the hint of a smile. If her brother had been called a ghost before, she surely would fit the role quite nicely now too. Strange how Nemesis' boldness had only truly rubbed off on Atshen, the rest of her offspring was rather calculating.