Blackfeather Woods How strange

Malice was no healer, nor anyone that was not interested in them. She had grown up in a place with little water and even less plant life, but that did not mean she wasn't fascinated by the greenery. At her very old home, getting wounded wasn't treatable, and a lot of wolves had died. Why they stayed there was not a mystery though, it was family tradition, Lanius' family tradition. It was not for nothing the place was called Lucifer peak, for any male ruler there got to name the place. It was distracting for sure, but that was how the dark pack of her father, her grandfather, and all those before her had ruled.

Or perhaps the hunger will make us all go feral, will make us eat even those the closest to us... Malice sighed, casting her gaze at the ground. She shook her head firmly. This wasn't the best thing to tell someone as young as Kendra. But I'm positive that soon, maybe over a few weeks, the plants are all back, just like your garden. She spoke hopefully, as if to convince herself with her own words too.