Blackfeather Woods mother, meet my friends

A gentle blush settled upon the bridge of her nose at both Seff and Vuk’s remarks and to this, she smiled. Despite the things she wanted to say in that moment, the teen-aged wolf was tongue-tied. She continued her silence as Seff’s admission came-- that concerning Blackfeather. Knowing that this was their moment, Freyja looked to Seff in way of showing her encouragement-- not knowing how she could contribute in that moment.

Though a grin lingered on her soft features, it lessened as he spoke and perhaps even a pang of guilt overcame her. She knew that, in a sense, she had some doing in this. Despite her own happiness she felt for the mother before them and she hoped that she would understand. Remaining silent, she turned her eyes to Vuk with an apologetic expression.