Blackfeather Woods walk the moon

He shifts in her presence, and calls out to her, the unfamiliar touch of his nose meeting contact with her's sent a chill down her spine. It was, admittedly, outrageous that she should find him more a stranger than her child, but it was undeniably the truth. A truth that she knew needed to change. But instead of letting it show, she smiles a faint smile, an assuring smile that only maternal instinct could instigate. "You are my son, I always know where you are," She drags her tongue over his maw, cleaning what she could and in the little time she had with him. "And what are you doing down here?" She hums, knowing nothing of their adventures in the Web with their father, adventures that she had been absent from in her fight for glory. But she did not regret it. The wraith never regrets anything, or so the code of her life demanded it.