Blackfeather Woods A New Beginning?

Summer was coming, and her children were growing. In four months, they would be official members of the pack, adults in the eyes of the Wilds. For her it was a sobering time, but it was going to come eventually. That was the point of raising children after all, to see them grow into something better than you were.

Now that they were out and about in the world, she did not have to lurk in her den for hours at a time, watching over them. She had a chance to go into the woods and patrol her territory for the first time in months. The winds were howling tonight, and on the tip of her tongue she could taste it, a storm, rain was coming. The Night Queen decided to turn back before the storm broke, for they would wash away the border scents, and she could renew them in the morning. But the wind swept in a strange, unfamiliar scent as she turned away. A wolf.

The priestess melded into the shadows, her indigo eyes glittering in the darkness as she stalked towards the smell. A female was there, her eyes as wide as a deer being chased. Meldresi breathed her scent in deep. There was the tang of blood on her, and whether it was hers or another's was unknown to the Queen. But she supposed she could find out. With one step, she flung off her coat of shadows, and into the light, for the wolf to see. "What are you doing out here? A storm is about to break." Her tail was lifted with authority, but her tone was gentle and sultry as ever. "Are you hurt?"