Blackfeather Woods How strange

A meant smile settled upon the scarred woman's face. Though she doubted fitting in would be as easy as to work hard, she was happy to hear some nice words. She nodded as a thanks, feeling no need to comment nor question. Was Nemesis a hard worker too? She had to be as the Beta, Malice thought. Cicero was without a doubt a hard worker, she had seen him in action and without him, perhaps Malice would've never met Burke. Kendra seemed like a hard worker too.

For sure. Malice replied with a small, yellow eyes looking up at the dark child. As she disappeared, Malice closed her eyes to sleep some more. But that was not before the dotted face of the girl poked in once again. Malice chuckled softly. Me too. With that, she closed her eyes for the final time and fell into a deep sleep, one haunted by guilt and the faces of the Moonlit Wolves.