Kintla Flatlands But what happens when the raven's wings break, mother?

Oh life, it had its ways to bring anyone down beneath its heavy weight and tragedies. The woman in front of the silhouette was relaxed a bit, her body posture showed alertness. Her voice sounded raspy and semi-damaged, she was seated. 

Soon, she was questioned about her loyalty? Normally she would reply with sharp 'no one', but she could not disown her pack. "A woman of a pack yonder" she replied.

Malice was a good leader, and the hollow wasn't a bad home. "A place in the Phantom Hollow, ruled by a dark wolf named Malice". The connection of eyes between the two made Silver tie down her tongue. Eye connection to her old pack meant challenging, but this one was neutral. Water under the bridge, she let it go.

"A lone I presume?" She asked, wondering who this wolfess was.