Blackfeather Woods Friend or foe, state your business.

Nemesis tilted her head, not quite understanding why this female, Misty , was so unsure of herself. A Blackfeather should be proud, holding themselves up high, looking danger in the face and laughing at it. Nemesis had to get to the bottom of this. And help her.

"Ah, you know, abusive ex-pack..drama..bloodshed, the works. But tell me, what was your motive to join this pack. No offense, but it doesn't seem as your kind of pack.." Nemesis, could only try. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass Misty or hurt her feelings. But for the sake of curiosity, she needed to know.