Deepwood Weald and now we're still again so I set it on fire

Her tail curled up, her hackles bristling. She stared impassively at Tundra. Her enemy. 
She wouldn't have been if she hadn't left and Flicker was left to clean up the scraps. Looking after Relmyna's children, no matter how passively, until the learned for themselves and went to search for a new place for them. She did what she could because she owed it to the deceased priestess. 
If they cared about Blackfeather, they both would've stayed. 

"The art of deceit is beyond you." Flicker had to keep the image true. The question of the weald. Tundra was here for a reason and she wasn't about to give it up because, whatever it was, Flicker wouldn't tell her. She felt like making an example of her but that would only incite war and end her own pathetic life. She let a low rumble of warning churn from her throat. 
"Go home, Tundra." A warning and advice. If Aries was still prowling around here, doing whatever he was doing with the borders, he'd not take kindly to the woman. "You won't find what you're looking for." 
Flicker backed up. To turn your back on one that meant you harm would be to cause harm. She delved back into the bushes, picking up her quarry and starting away with a lope. Not running away but avoiding conflict. If they were to battle and one were to die, a war would surely ensue. It would be at the life of one of them.