Greatwater Lake Let my heart be your shelter

The woman smiled softly yet with melancholy. Neighbor perhaps not for much longer, for the woods were home no longer. “You don’t need to share your meal, a conversation is welcome enough for Blackfeather Woods is no longer occupied.” There. The inner turmoil that had chased her black-tipped banner to this lake and abandoned the fallen kingdom. 

Other packs would find out eventually but hopefully not before the others, the dark master and the two youngest members, had left. “I trust you take to ill intentions with that. There is no harm from those who stay there.” It was true, for as far as she knew those still there had done no one wrong. But with the grudges between packs, it seemed almost certain for something to happen.
The woman took a slow breath, waiting for the response.