Blackfeather Woods only a madman likes the pain

The girl looked at the man that was her older brother. She couldn't deny that he was wise for what he had encountered. The young female was still frowning though. Unsure of what pieces she was able to pick up. She felt there weren't any. "Maybe I should leave," she spoke. "There is nothing for me here," she stated. Maybe she would find her father. Yet, there was this one big problem. She didn't know how to hunt. She never had a liking for it, and often ate with the pack of from its caches.

Before she could even head out on her own she would need to know the basics. She let out a low grunt. She was stuck here with these wolves and only because of her own fault. "I wish you had stopped it. I don't understand how my father left in the first place. He loved it here. I know Damien took over but I didn't think that would make him leave too. And they had young babies?! I don't understand. There is nothing left for me here, Cicero. These woods are cursed! Mephala is not our friend," she stated, trying to blame her problems on some god instead of facing them herself. She rather wanted to run away instead of facing her problems. Maybe she did want to be okay in the end. However, she had no clue of doing that, not here in these dark woods.