Blackfeather Woods Till Death Takes Me Away

His dark eyes looked into hers, her brash, bold face. Not many wolves retained that boldness. Most, after some time in the woods...bent. "Very good, Karliah. Though words, unless proven, do not mean much." He sighed, full of relief, perhaps a bit dramatically. "At least you're not a crazy one. Watch out for them. Some wolves here are...unpredictable"

He sat, ears shoved forth in his constant, quiet authority. "What do you know of Blackfeather, Karliah?"