Blackfeather Woods home, home again

He was clearly reluctant, and why wouldn't he be? She was forcing him into a life of captivity. True, he would be treated better than any prisoner ever kept here; true, he was one of their own. But he was not truly free, not while those above sought to snuff him out.

Mou turned away from her, and she reached out in vain, face stricken. Even after he disappeared into the shadows, she did not go back up to the woods. Instead, she lingered in the tunnels, a pale wraith tracing the paths her mother once had.

Were they doomed to repeat, even inadvertently, the sins of their past?