Blackfeather Woods Deeper, still and wholly

She carefully weaved them a path through the woods, wanting to take the kid home when she noticed no names had been exchanged between them. How rude of her; not offering the one thing so close to her very being. She turned to face the stolen child that had willingly wandered into their woods, lowering herself as to not look too dominating. Yes, she was Damien's left hand now, but the innocent were far purer than she'd ever been.

I am glad you do, my spiderling. She cooed, turning the conversation a bit later. What name do you prefer I call you? She asked, assuming his birth name could get him in trouble if anyone spread the secret of him being here. Didn't want the moonspear wolves to know his whereabouts. I am Nyx.