Blackfeather Woods if you're the knight, then i'm the sheild

The mother smiled warmly as her daughter pronounced her name perfectly. She nuzzled the side of her warm body. "Yes! Peridot! My sweet Dark Rabbit." Lusa couldn't wait until her child got a little older. Old enough to know many words. She would then tell her all the stories that she knew. Whether they be relegious or tall tales. She wants to teach her the language her father taught her. And maybe, if her brothers turned up, she would teach them too.

 Lusa walked further into the woods, careful to keep her pace slow. She didn't want to loose Peridot. Her blue orbs scanned the area. It was a mess. Nothing how it used to be. She looked back to face Peridot. She went into a playful crouch, wanting to get her mind off the scene.