Blackfeather Woods bloom, gloom & doom

The little, star-kissed girl was always wandering, especially now that she could move freely in and out the den without a pardon. Everything was going smoothly - save for a few hiccups she meant to "fix". She had to find a way to let her mother see she could do just as much as Abraxas, have her favor her over him before her mother made a big mistake by perhaps giving this place to her silent brother, and she still had to make some connections in this forest. So far, she knew the male with the white chest who had so rudely picked her up, father, mother and her siblings. It was not nearly enough - she needed a flock of wolves to adore her, of course.

And what a day it was to do exactly that. The familiar man was lying down very close to what she called her home, and the dots on her cute face raised as she pulled up an eyebrow. She made her way, proudly and bold, toward him - speckled tail high in the air. Never again would he pick her up. 

Makik. She spoke to him, not knowing if he could understand her father's language as well as her mother and brothers. Ânniaven? She asked him with a grin.