Blackfoot Forest Mist meets Ice

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Blackfeather. His ears slipped back for a moment upon hearing this name, for he had heard nothing good about this pack, save for the amusing tale his friend Kero had spun about a dark fairy of some sort. It mattered little; she was no longer with them and by her own admission did not fit in with the sort of characters they harbored. That was fine for him, a wolf who believed that if someone did not work out in their pack they could be removed later rather than denying them the chance to prove they would be worthwhile.

She continued on to speak of her trades, and he bobbed his head as he smiled. "Great!" he said, before she inquired about their numbers. "Oh, let's see," he hummed, recounting in his head the faces among them. "Well there's me," he grinned, "Harlyn, Mordecai, Andalusia, Valtyr, Quill, Bhreac, and a couple others who I have not properly met yet," he nodded, before asking his own question. "So did you leave Blackfeather, or were you kicked out?"