Blackfeather Woods the gull’s way and the whale’s way

Whether the captive was simply playing mute or not, Nyx knew she had understood her. Whether she'd liked to be found and killed or gently escorted out of their wood by the disowned daughter was up to her. She felt the captive nodding and slowly, as to not make the taste of blood worsen as droplets came in her mouth from her rough grabbing, she let go. She waited then, ready to sprint after her again if she had just done this to be free once more. The seadog needed to be a symbol of Nyx's kindness, and it would not help her if she were to get herself killed. Follow me or face something worse.