Blackfeather Woods pulling me underneath

He waited for an explanation and didn't know how deeply her words would cut. It was short and sweet, but made something click in his head - the older captive. It had been her? And she was still here, perpetuating everything evil that the white wolf represented? Titmouse didn't think of these things with such language, rather, he realized each tidbit swiftly and felt the air leave him.

Oh -- oh kay, he murmured, and then took a stride out of the deep-dark, in to the snowbright forest. He didn't go far before he stopped again though, almost like he was resisting again - but he leaned against her. You... you should come with me.