Blackfeather Woods i’ll keep those vultures guessing

”the name’s zeus.” he wasn’t the type to throw out his name, but he believed it was in his best interest to do so now. the man pondered for a moment, a thoughtful hum rumbled in his throat. “what made you want to reside here of all places?” surely there were much better options around here? the woods looked so desolate compared to the other places he’s been. there had to be something real special about this place.

they were soon joined by someone else, the sister he assumed. and my was she a sight. not as twisted as ramsay, but she certainly had her own unique imperfections. one side of her face calm and rested. the other side was tore open and curled into a wicked smile. did all the wolves of blackfeather look like this?

“hello,” he repeated, “i came across your woods and couldn’t help but take a closer look. i’m curious: how long have you lived here?”