Blackfeather Woods whispers through the trees

Why she was here wasn't relevant anymore. She wanted to let go, let go of all her worries of the past and start over once again for the second time. Though she would not mind sharing her reasons if asked nicely. It was simple, really, she felt as if Moonlit Hills didn't need her anymore, felt under appreciated. While she was pregnant, no one had payed a visit at her den to check on her except for Issun on the day she left. She could've died in there and she doubted anyone would have noticed. Issun had even said that perhaps she couldn't lead anymore if she was pregnant. Or at least, that's how she picked it up. She had said she could, that she would, and that was the first promise she had ever broken.

The daughter of Lucifer was born curious, finding knowledge more powerful than brute strength. Not to say though that she didn't have that too, but she didn't use it that often. So when the bi-colored eyed boy asked her if she wanted to learn, she immediately nodded yes. No one of the Moonlit Wolves had been an expert in herbs and poisons since Veritas had left. Hmm, she wondered where the older woman was now. Hopefully safe and away from Teekon. She nodded too in understanding. Kendra had told how her garden had been destroyed by the locusts. Wouldn't be surprised to see we found nothing at all, but everything is worth a shot. She spoke.

She looked around a bit. Where should we look first? She asked as she returned her yellow gaze to cicero.