Blackfeather Woods Looking like a true survivor

She minded her own business - not bothering anyone. It were nice woods they lived in and Azura found it to be quite pleasant beneath her feet. So quiet and yet so restless, a perfect combination of eerie and beautiful. It was all she desired and she knew that someday one would claim it fore good. She'd be that one. The wind rustled - quietness became footsteps and soon she stared at a much bigger male with glowing embers for eyes - his fur dark like hers. She tipped her head at his statement, disagreeing.

This is home. She said simply.