Blackfeather Woods From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent

He came into the den and she smiled warmly as her gaze went from her whelps to him. It made her realize how far she had come since she came to the woods. “Thank you.” She said as she stretched out her neck and set the road aside. It was an interesting meal choice but any food was a blessing.

She would eat it soon. “How is everything with you?” It had been a while since they had officially spoken and she didn’t have that many visitors aside from Istoira.