Blackfeather Woods i’ll take a pomegranate martini

The news of war and high tensions did not scare the man off. Despite his search for peace, he was not outright appalled by the distant scent of blood in the air, nor the words spoken of a lingering threat. “Very well then,” the northerner decided, head nodding. “Welcome to Blackfeather Woods.” He took a step back and swung his muzzle towards the treeline, inviting the male to join him. “Beware the weeping willow and rest.” Kove waited, gazing at the other for a moment, before turning fully with the intention of leading the new Tyro away and into the looming forest.