Blackfeather Woods My past has tasted bitter

I'm not allowed to be picky. Fair enough, the boy thought, instead of replying with words simply nodding. He continued to walk alongside the Dark Mistress, ash tail waving gently behind him as Neo sniffed the air to check for prey. Nothing yet - perhaps that was Autumn's fault. The Teekon was already beginning to be coated in those dead brown and orange leaves that fell from nearby trees, and the chilly breeze had not gone unnoticed. Nor had the occasional showers of rain.