Wild Berry Meadow no man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate

she can not focus. it should be simple, to play his game and strike when the odds tilt in her favour. with this new shift, the reliance of two lives on her, he is no longer the girl who killed her father but the woman who has so much to lose. she longed to set her fangs at his throat, but forced still the semblance of easy comfort. "if you're sure." he inched nearer to her personal space, and for a moment she allowed it. 

and then, despite every nerve screaming against it, she turned her back to him. "it is this way." she begins to move, on a path parallel to the wood. perhaps she would have been bolder had she a mate, a pack, to rely on. but Vaati had always been distant, and now leagues away, and Blackfeather with poisoned with a certain madness she dared not summon.