Blackfeather Woods My past has tasted bitter

As the darker wolfess began to lead, Neo followed swiftly behind, sniffing the air every now and then to see if he could find any trace of prey. At her question, the Spiderling simply shrugged. "I'm not picky." Food was food, after all, and the boy had no favourite. Rather, he would gladly take whatever they could find. "Do you have a preference?" He wouldn't mind hunting for something specific if there was something she particularly wanted, he just didn't mind himself.