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

Was it a true miracle that this was the first time Nyx had been truly kind to a total stranger? She found it to be rather lacklustre, for she was doing this just to defy her mother. She pretended not to care of where the sheepdog would end up; as long as it was not in their caves. Nemesis did not deserve prisoners as long as she was trapped in her own mind - her own ways of cowardly behaviour. She was pathetic while the shadow next to her was, perhaps, innocence itself.

Her expression did not falter, even when the appreciative licks graced her tight, pretty face. The sheepdog was free to go now - to live life, or whatever was left of it if she could not find help soon enough. May you fair well. She nodded stiffly, feeling rather tired all of the sudden. Or, perhaps, it was sadness seeing the mute go. The other had not judged her for doing this, - was, perhaps, the only one thankful like her brother was when she had lied for him. Quite the saviour she had become, even if most had been for personal gain.