Blackfeather Woods stop and smell the roses

  As soon as she heard a voice, she rolled back onto her stomach. A wolf as white as snow stood in front of her. A smile appeared over her snout. "Well your quite the flatterer aren't you?" She stood up from the bed of flowers. "I'm Lusa, Epsilon around here." For some reason, the wolf reminded her of a calmer form of Crescendo. The thought of Crescendo's name stung her. He had just disappeared a while back. He could have ran off. He could have chosen the life a loner. He could be dead. He could be anywhere. It made her a bit sad to see him gone. But life goes on. People come and go.

 She wanted to have some fun, but not just yet. She kept a casual stance. "I suppose you are new to the Blackfeather. I presume you know our culture?"