Blackfeather Woods A Corpse in My Bed

She wanted to mumble something along the lines of, 'Well, he didn't scare me that bad' but she held her tongue. She was not accustomed to joke, nor teasing of any kind. Bit Kove was being light hearted, something that was sorely absent from the dark pack. Giving a melodic chuckle of her own, she couldn't help but to find it amusing as well. The fact that he had even gotten a reaction out of her was ironical. Instead, she was glad the male redirected the conversation to another topic. "Well, no" She said, her go-to answer. "Actually, yes" She added, after a few seconds. "I was just thinking how lucky Xan is to grow up here. I'm sure I would have turned out differently if I had Blackfeather during my childhood" She confessed, though the evidence to back it up lay much deeper than she was letting on. 

"I never had a mother figure, nor a pack to support me, they were heartless from my first breath" Her voice grew silent, still remembering vividly the traumatising experiences she had to endure throughout her innocence. "He must miss his mother" She absentmindedly commented but soon realised her mistake. "I'm sorry, I am out of line" She corrected herself. They were not close friends, nor the kind that would share such personal things. Privacy was something Blackfeather generally maintained, and her mentioning things that were not their business wasn't praised. 

Her head lowered, not wanting to seem deliberate. The last thing she needed was for him to get the wrong idea, and betray whatever trust they had. Some alliances were just too great to tarnish and from the get go, Kove was someone she didn't want on her bad side or her on his.