Blackfeather Woods You don't belong.

For a moment, Malice thought that the two would get along- that she had found another that didn't want her gone here as soon as possible. That, maybe, Potema would teach her more, that two would be besties for life. That perhaps, someday, She, her brother and Malice would hunt together. But those dreams shattered as soon as Potema dropped the bone she was carrying. Why the hell was she even carrying around a bone?

Malice took some steps back, lowering her ears so that they draped against her skull. She lifted up her left front leg, supporting her heavy body on the other three paws. What the hell? The shock could be seen on her scarred face. I-I-I'm sorry. She stuttered, stepping backwards slowly. Everyone here was crazy, she was certain. Whatever I did- I'm truly sorry! She yelled in terror.