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

Ooc: So sorry for the wait!!!

Inkola, what a strange name. Silver said nothing but only nodded. She did hear though that Inkola was an alpha of what was called the ghost prairies. Silver remembered being an alpha, her tyranny of a rule, a dictator with a cold heart.

She recoiled back the slightest, though Inkola had already done so. She fell back with a loud Yelp, then sprinkling her back with snow. Silver smuggled a rude snicker.

She stood up and waddled over to her. Are you alright Inkola?