Blackfeather Woods Let my mind be your freedom

She nodded slowly, quietly thinking over the Witch's words. It was only mere moments later when she'd decided on something to say that a deep voice sounded from near her. She turned her head, eyes settling on the pale-wolf, red mark on his shoulder. She inclined her head, respecting the man. She knew what it meant and realised he was a leader. Did he lead the woods beside Relmyna? She turned her golden gaze back to Enchantress, knowing it'd be an insult to try and explain for her.

She studied the dark-woman, letting the white-man talk. But to claim daughter to the Dread Father when he was nothing? It seemed strange, but perhaps that reflected the wraith. She was nothing; like the Void.
But was she neither good nor evil?