Shadewood quam beningna

Things were going extremely well for their band of misfits. Okay, maybe Vassago had lost a tail-just like his dad- and just maybe Pyro had cut his eye on a branch-like his mother- while being chased by her, but she couldn't think of any real danger they were in. Well, there was that time Pyro almost drowned under Burke's watch, but they didn't speak of that anymore. Aeronwyn and Shink had proven to be devoted and loyal members of their group, and Malice soon saw them as family. Issun had bee accepted by Burke, and that was something he could be proud of. Burke was very stoic in his ways.

But alas, not even with things going well for them did the nightmares stop. It were not the gruesome pictures of her bloodied mother anymore but of the Dark Brotherhood who had captured her and her children. They were far away, she knew, but there was always this; "what if?". This night was the same, Malice panting as she was scared awake again. She sighed, her muzzle searching the opening of the den. A walk always helped her deal with problems, and today she felt extra adventurous.

She sneakily left the den, making sure she didn't accidentally wake her family. She breathed in the cool summer night air, glancing up to between the branches of the forest they lived in. Her favorite star was shining brightly in the sky again, and she left the clearing where her den was located. She traveled more West for once, crossing the river and shaking her soaked pelt after reaching the other side. She was suddenly surrounded by thick woodlands, but nothing was as disorientating than Blackfeather Woods. She soon caught the smell of a female, and one that smelled particularly touched by others. Had Zaavier, the man who had not formerly given his name to her, lied to them? She frowned, hoping to not find the group they had chased away days ago here. She followed the scent, her scarred eye scanning the dark woods for any sign of another one of her kind.