Blackfeather Woods Beneath the red scarf and a chapeaux

She shrugged, shaking her head. Kove wasn't a familiar name to her; he must be one of the scents adorning the forest she didn't recognize, or else he wasn't here at all, just like her mother. Feeling more than a little empathy for Nyx, she cuddled up next to her with a wistful sigh.

"Tell me more about being an assassin," Maegi pleaded softly, looking up at the girl's pretty face. "Have you killed anybody yet?"

A dark query, from a wolf so young. That was, though, the way of Blackfeather. And it wouldn't get any brighter than this.

again, sorry for keeping you waiting. fading here