Blackfeather Woods i'll wait to be forgiven, maybe i never will

it was not long before the nightcub came upon maegi. her cool indigo gaze apprised the woman silently, hiding the sting in her heart to see a wolf of her mother’s collapsed clade. astara recalled little of her formative days, but she knew her mother harbored in her heart a softness for the wayward melonii.

likely, there was much maegi did not know about blackfeather’s collapse. astara would have to show her in the only way she knew how.

she drew to a stop and then smoothly executed a pirouette — only once did she look behind her to see if maegi followed.