Blackfeather Woods damage (pt. 1)

A dark entity dashed from the treeline, youthful but large enough to intimidate the femme. Charlotte took a step back and cocked her head curiously, looking sheepishly at the first young male to stand in her way. Then came another, obviously more confident and stable in his way. His words curled around Charlotte's ears, teasing her with their patronizing connotation. It was immediately obvious that this isn't where she wanted to be, and had she depended on common sense as much as she did her own four paws, she might've chosen to run then and there.

But she didn't.

Rather, Charlotte stood her ground and spoke back, Hello. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but audible nonetheless. She wanted to leave, get away from the threat, but her own inquisition left her paralyzed.