Blackfeather Woods How strange

The first night in her new home had been a long one. Malice found she could barely sleep, having the dark thought that she would never get accepted here- not really. She had become a softy, she now noticed. And to be honest, it was all Cog's fault. If she hadn't met him, chances were she'd be a trained warrior by now with the respect she deserved. But was being a softy all that bad? She didn't think so.

Eventual, she could indeed fall asleep, but only for a few hours before she awoke again. It was Burke who had woke her, saying he was going patrolling. Well, that was nice. Spending a morning alone in a den surrounded by wolves that possible didn't like you was a great way to spend her time. She said her goodbyes to him, and was left again. At least this roof wasn't leaking like her old one.

It was only minutes after Burke had left, or another obsidian presence was in the opening of her den. Malice was too tired to act hostile, plus, it wasn't her place to act hostile in the first place. It was a young girl, one that looked like a really dark colored Burke. Hadn't he said something about a daughter? Malice could hardly remember anything. She tipped her head to the side at the girl's words. What makes you think that?