Fairspell Meadow If there’s a wrong road, I’m damn sure gonna take it

"True." Blackfeather wolves tended to attempt to kill intruders, or those who came close to their borders. Someone like this wolf would be killed by Burke, most likely. Even Damien if he got the chance.

The girl turned towards the north, nosing towards the direction of the black smear that was her home. "Blackfeather Woods. Up there." She knew that he would remember the name, and hopefully spread it. Burke said that those rumors of the place brought him to the place. She would be doing a lot of good in advertising, in a way.

The one-eyed raven cawed, drawing Potema's attention back to it again. The black birds nearby congregating closer towards the leader. For what, Potema really didn't know. She wasn't that good of a bird-whisperer yet. "You'd better get going rest somewhere."