Blackfeather Woods when i come home cold and tired

In her haze, the shadow could have been anyone. Cass—no. Nyx—please, no. But then she spoke and it became real and—

Moonshadow! she exclaimed, wobbling a little but beckoning her closer. Come here! I haven't seen you in forever. How are you? Her words were slightly slurred, her eyes glazed but undeniably filled with joy.

The debt she owed to the dark woman was immense; it was her life, really. Without Moonshadow's intervention, she might have been lost to the Void, that day on the mountain. She would never be able to repay that debt.