Blackfeather Woods your stars in my lungs

There was little to nothing stopping her from sweeping the male into the fold of Blackfeather, initiating him as one of them, but she had one small thing to ask of him. Perhaps one of the more important questions truly. Skills? What do? She seemed to soften some as her head tilted with curiosity. The Morta had no desire to keep the two siblings apart but she needed to know that he would not be useless in their ranks. There was work to be done around the woods — along with plenty of young mouths that needed to be fed, protected, and cared for.