Blackfeather Woods It's not like you're unpredictable

She felt a wave of passion rush through her innards, stroking her frozen heart, seeing the sprite lie there. She was a fragile thing, much like the little Koume now, though Potema's child did not have the same fate. More and more did her will to free the poor thing grow, knowing it was something she mustn't do. Then Drageda would definitely be on their doorstep within a week. The taste for revenge was one desired by all who had been wronged, she found, and there was no way she'd let her pack suffer because of her stupid passion. It was a form of weakness she just had to live with right now.

Whatever had been put in the fox had not been good stuff and Nyx rushed to her side, leaving the marigold and the stick to lie there, useless for now. She reached out a paw, eyes squinting as she stroke her neck fur to the side. This had been her fault, and for that she would pay with doing to her something no prisoner had received, she presumed. She took the herbs in her mouth and simply began chewing, having no hope that the fae would wake up soon.