Blackfeather Woods Deeper, still and wholly

She led him farther into the clutches of the woods. Their journey had not taken so very long - surely not longer than an hour or three, but it felt as if days had passed without a notice. Nyx was quite the insomniac, but even she rested sometimes, and today she had scheduled a rest for at least 5 hours. So much for that; she had a kid to take care of now, not that she did so with resentment and spite. She caught his smile and finally, they stood upon the Blackfeather's bloodied borders, and Nyx welcomed them in. She peed once against a tree, knowing Damien might make a round soon enough or grow worried about his ever so beautiful and amazing Speaker. This way, he knew she was safe and sound back home.

Then came the question of where she was going to let the kid stay. Her own den seemed the most logical, though she'd have to relocate the tongues she had gathered. Or, perhaps, not... let him play with them, for all she cared. Toys were toys. What do you think? She asked with a proud expression, glancing appreciatively around at the many trees, the lack of sunlight and the ravens who had been waiting on her return.