Blackfeather Woods the unending fight, to call yourself alive

he had somehow tied himself to the blackfeather wolves. it wasn’t from the need to split from the nomadic lifestyle, he never had a problem with it. no, it was from sheer curiosity. how did they live under this dark canopy? one encounter as an outsider wouldn’t answer that question so he’d let himself in. and if he was dissatisfied with his stay, he could just leave.

zeus was not a social creature, so of course he wasn’t eager to meet anyone else. he was unsure whether the pitiful woman was a part of their group. he watched her dance to and fro from the shadows. eventually he drew closer. she did not smell of blackfeather. “you’re a little too close don’t you think?” he grunted with annoyance. how hypocritical of him to get frustrated by something he had done just a day before.