Blackfeather Woods from dancing mice to psychopaths

Castor does as she instructs as the dark male stands in front of them. Her focus remains on the white fur of her brother, catching that of the pack wolf from the side of her view. With their names presented, his question answered, and nothing else except the question about his brother. She glances at his features, wondering if he might want to answer the question as proof but she doesn’t give him much of a chance first.

“He does,” she tells him, swinging her head back so that her gaze is in pack wolf’s direction. Leda adds nothing else, answering his questions as they go along.