Blackfeather Woods So what do you want from me

She can feel him look her over, lifting her head a little and watches his eyes trail from one remnant of a wound to another and she waits. His motive isn’t clear on his face but she does not say anything, waiting for an answer, and he mimics her own. The only connection she has in Blackfeather is the one that stands before her and if he is compromised, so is she, and so she nods her head once, thankful he is as okay as she.
 
“Where is the wolf we do not turn our back on,” she asks in a way that barely seems a question. Accusation in her tone? Perhaps. But she risked her life for wolves she does not know, for someone specific she has not even met.