Blackfeather Woods Ghost of Blackfeather Woods, There and Back Again

  Right when they had returned to the den, she flopped down on her side. She was more tired then she thought. And hungry. Her head tilted questionaly at Grim's first words, but understood as he finished. "I wouldn't be surprised Grimnir. You need to be careful." It seemed as though her mate was hated by everyone (except Ayana of corse) because he was a target now. To make it worse, Grimnir and Bruke didn't like eachother so much, but Lusa was totally unaware.

  She rested on the ground, enjoying the warmth. She smiled at Grimnir's words. "Thank you," she yawned. She licked his nose as he came forth, and lay back down as he watched him leave. She would take a nap when he came back.