Blackfeather Woods Your new home.

Malice knew what she had signed by crossing the border. She would be leader no more, nor give commands. It wasn't the best thing in the world, but it surely wasn't the worst. She would have to work her way up just like any other to get the respect from those around her now. She didn't know what kind of wolves roamed these barren woods, but if they were anything like Nemesis, she would have a hard time fitting in. She remembered that when she entered Teekon, she had been like Nemesis. Full of hate and vengeance. But something brighter shined on her shadowed soul on her way that fate had lied down for her. Perhaps, some day, this same thing would happen to the other dark woman.

She didn't react to the unnecessary threats, thinking it would be wasting breath. She knew full well that she wouldn't be favored, hardly welcomed here. She gritted her teeth to prevent mean words to roll off her tongue, instead staying perfectly calm. As long as she didn't react, Nemesis wouldn't find enjoyment in pestering her. That was with all bullies.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips once Burke spoke up again, as if reading her thoughts. She would show her she could be useful. If she could care for a whole pack, proving herself worthy wasn't that hard, she thought. I mean, she was a decent fighter, an excellent stargazer and a beginning fisher. Malice dipped her head to Nemesis in a formal way, as if to say "goodbye", before preparing to leave with Burke to wherever the hell they were going to.