Blackfeather Woods There is a first for everything.

She watched her older sister with cautious eyes. She didn't think that her wound would give her any danger, but it seemed her white sister was deeming it quite dangerous. The pale eyed girl lifted her muzzle a bit, ears held back. "So are you going to treat the wound then?," she wondered, because after all she didn't know how to keep a wound from being infected.

Her sister wanted to know what happened, why the loner died. The girl slowly shook her head. It had not been trespassing, the marks on the ground showed she had been dragging it. Those marks crossed their border. The loner was close but it had not been the reason for her to kill it. She was very cryptic about what happened. She was not entirely sure if she wanted to share her reasoning with her sister.