Blackfeather Woods You don't belong.

Malice's eyes went from side to side to check if there was anyone nearby, but no. Good, she thought. Alright. She mumbled confused. Everyone here was totally bonkers, more like Judas, and that was saying something. Somewhere, deep down inside, Malice liked being around this kind of wolves. Completely shattered, just like her. Only with these wolves, she didn't know their story.

Malice followed the white ghost in the direction offf... That way. This place was more disorganizing than a maze for Malice, since she was used to the small forest of Phantom Hollow and she was usually guided by the stars. They soon reached the place, and Malice looked down only to gasp. It was not because of fear she did that, but out of amazement. It looks beautiful... She breathed out. But how are we supposed to get down there? She asked, her voice trembling.