Blackfeather Woods We survived a week in the Brotherhood!

Malice was pretty much grounded here, in a den with restless males and their internal struggles. The only one that she could relate to was little Pyro. The small one, yet strong of mind; she could tell, would always await for it to be over. Yes, he was terrorized now and then by his bigger brother, but he didn't squirm- hardly reacted at all. That was something to admire in your own son, Malice thought. 

With bigger and more active Vassago struggling to remain at the spot was not a problem. The small one wasn't strong, not yet, and so it was easy to remove him; even though her nipple became quite soar after the pulling. She felt a shift behind her, the colder back of the older male now partly against hers. Before she could react though, little Vassago was already on the run again. The blind thing crawled in the direction that was aimed at, well, nothing really, but Malice grunted nonetheless. She stretched her neck out to pick up Vassago again,this time placing the pup between her front legs. There, she could watch over him without him running away.

Next, she turned toward Burke. Her struggling face turned to one of guilt, one of sadness. She nosed his neck gently, sniffing in his now familiar scent. Burke... She breathed out in a sigh. She knew partly of how he felt. He wasn't feeling that great, that was obvious, but his pride must be hurting too. Not to mention anger, the same anger that once drove her to kill her mother. He was a wreck now, and he needed someone to fix him up again. And seeing as Malice was the only one there for him now, she felt it was her duty.