Blackfeather Woods Nocturne

Again, the two were at an impasse. He heeded her words, and she wondered at the gravity of the word. Her gaze turned back toward the creature, which lay limp between them. As he had not made a move for it, neither had she. If a wolf as big as he obeyed the Word, then she supposed it held more meaning than she imagined. The creatures blood, or perhaps the creature itself, had been laced with something deadly—unbeknownst to either of the two wolves.