Blackfeather Woods One goes to the morgue and the other to jail

The bond that existed between her and Vaati was hard to explain or define, and sometimes felt so very wrong. But he was the closest thing that she had ever come to attribute to a friend, and it was obvious that he cared for her too, somehow. From him, she had heard whispers of war, and the words stirred an odd excitement and fear in her. She knew, however, that she didn't quite care if this place was destroyed. It was Vaati she worried for, the white healer-woman and her freakish pups. She didn't find herself caring about Nyx, however, the woman had left her with a bitter taste in her mouth. 

She paced towards Wolfskull, now, the place striking foreboding into her steps. From her maw swung a hare, fresh and plump, more of a guilty offering than anything else. At the entrance of the cave she paused, before striding into the darkness cooly, if not entirely confidently. Only a couple weeks ago, she had been the one waiting in the dark. Her eyes adapt quickly, the darkness of the outside not much brighter, though the falling leaves seem to have lightened the rest of the wood. 

The rabbit drops with a soft plop before the male, curled in obvious pain and discomfort. Her stomach rolls, but she tightens her resolve and pushes away her guilt. "I'm sorry." The words come easily; for she is truly shamed at what she has done and where the boy finds himself now. She waits in silence, not expecting him to say much and not entirely sure if he is currently conscience, either. She shifts her weight, ready to slip out as quickly as she came.