Blackfeather Woods that look in your eyes

Nothing changed within the woods without her knowledge. She had said little to the captive, not usually associating with their kind anymore, but how easily the midnight girl had given up her captive title to be one of them surprised her. The woods were not a place for all - perhaps not even to them if they had not grown so powerful and strong together, and if she had been in the new Tyro's place she would have been smart enough to escape. That, or seduce one of her captors - trick them into freeing her. She would be prepared to die even, for not a single soul would tell her where to belong. Perhaps this Cassiopeia thought differently about things.

The Dark Mistress could not help herself. When she found the smell of the former captive, she followed her trail, only to end up looking at the rear end of her. The faded, nearly unrecognizable spots on her rump made her expression turn darker. There was only one Nocturnal in their midst, and that title belonged to her. Why worry, again?

Good day. She greeted in a chilling voice. I do not believe we have met properly before.