Blackfeather Woods staying home to watch the rain

Flicker watched the reaction of the wolfess, clearly she had to impress her; but she neither trusted her. ‘You shall stay,’ for whatever reason that stuck in Flickers mind. Cunning; snake; wraith. Golden eyes narrowed at ther patchwork one. She supposed it would be the best she’d get, besides, how bad could it be? Once you look past the otherworldliness that seemed to cling to the woods, it could be pleasant. But she’d definitely visit the mountains, that is where she belongs after all. 

“I came from the southern mountain ranges.” A smile accompanied the words as if remembering her life there, and diminished before she would recall the events of her packs downfall. ‘There is room in blackfeather.’  Flicker silently thanked whomever overlooked her as she too extended her muzzle to greet Relmyna, scarlet ears sleeked back and her muzzle lowered slightly in the upmost respect of the Listener; she would not ruin her chances.