Blackfeather Woods Exploration is key

Pietro stood up, still silence. He didn't want to talk, he wanted to go home. This place would haunt his dreams, he would find out what this was. It wasn't a natural thing for him to see. He was having less of an attitude of a pup. The curiosity that was expected was lost. He wanted to know the basic knowledge. They began to walk back, the smell of the skeleton made his stomach uneasy. He refused to talk to anyone. He had to figure this out on his own. The way the skeleton was shaped, a leg was pulled free and resting alongside the body. A few pieces of black fur still cling to the bones. No meat was left, the bones were stained with long dried blood. The skeleton was still in tact, the bones didn't dissolve yet. He would find out one day this was the last time he would see his mother. Pietro glanced at Nemesis, still refusing to talk. He was stubborn, and he couldn't register things and talk at the same time. He was scared enough to get lost, then to see the gruesome image of his mother. He vaguely remembered his mother. He knew his sister looked a lot like her. He continued on, he poor young mind still spinning a bit.