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If she knew it was this easy, she might have shown more interest. The intruder backed up swiftly when she made her presence and her wishes clear, apologizing as he did so. Now what? He wasn't trespassing anymore now, at least she didn't think he was. Nonetheless, the little princess kept her stance, though she lowered her tail, just a bit.

"Blackfeather Woods." She said, her single eye watching him warily. Her mother told her that the Dark Brotherhood were not the only spies living in the world. Some were freelancers, other taught from birth, like her brother was. She had to be careful. "After the birds." As if on cue, the squawks and quorks of ravens and crows spat out from the canopy above them, the leaves rustling and feathers dropping down gently despite the vicious fighting.