Blackfeather Woods where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth

She held fear, especially when it spoke of her emotions. Shisu was horrified on the words the black feathered bird sad, she has only heard their caws of laughter, but not of vocab. If they could speak the same words she can, she could only imagine what fiendish taunts they could give to the silver wolf and her meekness.

"w-what do, you want?" But it didn't attack, nor taunt. She couldn't help but ask out of fright, for perhaps if she gave what it wanted, she could leave in peace. Shisu asked softly, in an almost whisper, she was desperate to flee, but knew what it meant if she tried to run. Her last encounter caused the flock to chase, and attack, and she only managed to get away thanks to a certain wolf, who saved her. But he was not around, and she could only defend for herself.