Blackfeather Woods the unending fight, to call yourself alive

ah so she did speak. but she hadn’t given him an answer, no, just another question. “yes, here,” maybe she didn’t understand what exactly she was doing. “prancing around on pack borders... you must have a screw loose.”

another soul came drifting towards him. he was not unlike the other two blackfeather’s he’d met. he too had his imperfections; a missing eye. it reminded zeus of the time he took his brother’s as a trophy. the memory always bought a dastardly smile to his face.

perhaps the ghost had more patience in this situation, cause he surely didn’t. “if you have no business here than leave.”