Blackfeather Woods I need a gangsta

The worry on the woman's face was genuine, and Althaia, once again, doubted herself. Were they truly as horrid as she made them out to be? Or was it nothing back her wild thoughts that made it so? In any case, the pale ghost spoke true, and Althaia meekly dipped her head. "Yes. You are right." she said softly, to tired to argue, and already beginning to doubt herself more. The woman had seen right through her, and not even been angered. 

"My pups. They will be alright, here?" she asked, unsure. She had never really thought of them like this before, but they seemed so much more tangible, then when she had first pledged herself and them at the border. Things were changing rapidly, and she couldn't keep up.