Blackfeather Woods pour la nuit est pleine de souvenirs

I'll forward date this :)

  Soon a black wolf came out from the shadows. Her fur bristled out of surprise. At first she thought the male was Crescendo, for he had a similar appearance. But the male had an unfamiliar scent, still a scent of Blackfeather though. To be honest, she didn't want to see the male again. It would make to much drama between him and Grim.

 She smiled at the dark male. "Merci." It came to mind that he most likely didn't know the language. "I mean thank you." The girl stood up to face him eye to eye. "My name is Lusa. Third in command in the ranks." It was a habit of her to pronounce her title to others. "You must be new around these parts of the wood."