Blackfeather Woods There's no such thing as sweeter a sting

There was little left of her hateful spirit. She had truly embodied the night sky, remaining just as calm as she was just moments ago when she picked up on someone luring in the shadowy woods. It surprised her. She was usually left alone, giving her enough time to finish her duties day by day with little interference. Friends were not something she craved either. Blackfeather Woods and its needs came first, then her own - and who knew if the bobcat would return to try and steal a spiderling away as a mere snack.

Her eyes found the towering form of a long lost Brother of the woods. She'd be lying if she said the sight of him had not made her heart skip a single beat. She had mentally prepared for this moment as soon as his scent had lingered around, and yet not even The Night could resist feeling unease creep up along her speckled spine. She focused upon the three single roses in his mouth, a flashback of when she had tried to pursue Vaati, but that had to be moons ago. She kept her lips sealed as he sat down nearby, his voice as tender as the petals on the thorny roses he carried - at least, so it was for her, for she had never heard a mother's sweet caresses before midnight.

There is no need for that. She responded softly, the coldness of her voice having disappeared to make place for a gentler one. She observed him carefully as he then came toward her, the gift near her feet letting her feel the warmth of her beating heart again. She blinked up at him, his face not having changed much from the younger Damien that had told her stories of their Gods. And yet so many things had changed. She was no longer a child -  and he was no longer the respected man of the Blackfeather Woods.

Kove and you are the only wolves I have ever cared for genuinely. None of what I did was out of pity. She spoke rather firmly, hoping he had not thought she pitied him to begin with. She had taken care of him because she had wanted to.