Blackfeather Woods Did I Do Enough?

The hare was dropped into the bedding of the forest, its blood still covering her muzzle and now also the leafs they stood on. How could such a small being have so much blood, she wondered for just a moment, before she let the topic rest in her head. That was of no concern to her. I have never left. She answered with a slight smile, something that was rare for the usually cold woman.

I am Nyx. Her last name was not included, not wanting the other to think of her as higher just because she was the Dark Master's daughter. Her rank spoke enough. She was a long-lasting member of the pack and she was proud of it. You are up late. I usually never stumble upon others in the time I do my nightly routine.