Ravensblood Forest Who Are You, Really?

Confirmed, Annaliese stares at a figure of the past. Funny how despite such long distances, two sisters meet for the first time in months. Her tail squishes, guard hairs beginning to rise. Irritation strikes her in the face of her sister, who abandoned them. Abandoned her.

“Yes,” she replies. Her tone dripping with malice, and her next word ought to have been “obviously”. “I left last winter.” ‘And survived.’ It is to prove her strength. “They’re doing great, by the way. Not that you, or they, care.” They didn’t need either of them, for they continue to have litters to bolster Hunter’s Slope. Annaliese’s destiny, too, lay elsewhere.