Blackfeather Woods My past has tasted bitter

A cold giggle spilled from betwixt her lips, shaking her head. She ate anything that would keep her alive - fancy and befriend anyone that could possibly help her to live longer. I am not allowed to be picky. She answered for a clearer answer. Not with wolves and not with food. She kept on sniffing the air for a trail they could follow, but the area seemed pretty abandoned at that moment.