Deepwood Weald Let these bones be the giver

Skipping Nyx

The woman blinked, assessing the other who came. A pack with strong members would prove useful at any point, especially if they made up the majority. That is why Blackfeather fell, she suspected.
Her brows twitched. He seemed possessive of the woman: mates.

"She is my friend, I promised that I would follow her. I worry for her, she has been gone for three moons. She gave me shelter and I promised her my loyalty." Her gaze dropped, not wanting to show them the extent of guily in her eyes.
If she had not eaten those mushrooms she would not have to be looking, she could've gone with her.
She hurt her, talking of that Molag Bal.
She shook her head slowly, "It is my wish to find her and serve the Melonii's. I am yours to command." 

Her gaze trailed over the trio, knowing full well this was not the full extent of the pack. She just hoped that she was making the right choice; not for her but for Maegi.
This reminded her of a past life, the one she left behind.
One she thought she'd escaped and now threw herself headfirst into.