Blackfeather Woods Welcome to the carnival

Kendra was a strange little girl. She didn't say much, but seemed very curious. Thatch liked her well enough. She reminded him of himself before... well before he killed Portia and went a little crazy. He used to be pretty quiet too. But once he learned that staying quiet wasn't getting him anywhere, he gave up on it. Being sane was overrated anyways. She asked him why it mattered, that she was Burke's daughter. Thatch responded quickly. It doesn't. Just wanted to know. He shrugged and shook his head.

So what do you do here? For fun? The caramel covered male asked, he was pretty curious too. He also thought he ought to know more about the pack and what they did. They surely had rules, probably a religion and list of do's and don'ts. Those kind of things would be nice to know. He sat down in front of her, still keeping a respectful distance between them, his yellow eyes glinted in the dim light of the forest.