Blackfeather Woods i’ll keep those vultures guessing

Was this the life of leadership—constant summons? If so, she wasn't sure she was prepared for it. Still, she roused herself from tending to plants with a groan, heading toward the howl with a determined set to her face. She emerged from the shadows to stand at her brothers side, the perma-grin on her left cheek in stark contrast to the impassive straight line on the right.

Yes? she asked, glancing between the two of them. For there was yet another just beyond their border, a pale man that reminded her somewhat of Kove (for a second, on brief glance, she thought it was—and was sorely disappointed to find it was not). What brings you here?