Blackfeather Woods dark hiding place

They waited, longer than she was used to with her brother in charge. After staring into the Woods' depths for a few moments, the witch turned back, hovering over Crescent's body as she quietly willed her brother to come to the borders.

And he came. Breaking from the shadows as they had been taught to, he stared silently at Crescent's prostrate form, then matching her gaze.

This is Crescent. He was in the eastern meadow when I found him, She hoped that the young boy would have enough energy to pull himself upwards — already Damien's response was less than positive — He is lost and starving. I wish to take care of him. If he wishes to stay, then he will, but if not, he will leave as soon as he can. Crescent gave no response to his permanent residence in Blackfeather, which wouldn't help him get past Damien's scrutiny. But Potema's eye burned with the desire to care for him, staring back at her brother with such intensity. It was obvious that, no matter what he said, she would do something about Crescent.