Blackfeather Woods from dancing mice to psychopaths

Castor cuts her off once he's encouraged her to stop, even if she had little interest in going forward. She'd made her decision on where she wanted to go, whatever lie beyond those trees, and Castor took charge as he sometimes did. Leda easily remained back to watch him and leaned into his touch, nosing hers against his cheek to assure him that she is fine. A little weary from the travel, and hungry, but living on their own hadn't been easy and so her fatigue doesn't have to be faked. 

"Don't tell them," she murmurs quietly after he calls and returns to her, nudging his shoulder while they are left to wait for an unknown amount of time. Afraid of saying more so that someone might hear, Leda falls silent then and patiently waits for the wolf that might greet them. 

It takes time but soon enough a young, regal looking wolf steps forward. His body in the form of power and immediately, Leda turns her gaze away to the side and stares instead at Castor's shoulder. An attempt to make herself appear small feels awkward, having once been promised the throne and it snatched away from her, she doesn't her best. His demand isn't unreasonable but it takes her a second, first glancing up to Castor. 

"I am Leda," she introduces the , before nudging at her brother, "and this is my brother, Castor."