Blackfeather Woods There is a first for everything.

All welcome.

She noticed that she was changing. She thought differently than before. The girl knew that she had always been different from the others but now she realized that her thoughts were slowly turning away from the innocent botanist. Why did she always need to hurt? Why didn't others hurt?

She realized that she could give others pain, maybe they would understand what she was feeling. Her pale eyes looked the lifeless and rather maimed body. She didn't know this loner, one that had been starving. Kendra wanted it to feel the pain she felt but somehow she didn't have the feeling that this male felt the way she felt. Her gave was thoughtful, almost like she was studying the maimed body.

Before she had the idea that this loner felt what she went through it already died. Kendra never had a knack for hunting, not even fishing remotely interested her, yet she was dutiful to her pack. It was the reason why she dragged the broken wolf body to one of their caches. She knew that there was not a lot of meat on the beast before her. In a way she was lucky. The girl found that she might be more productive if she knew where a wolf could die easily from.