Blackfeather Woods [mandatory pack meeting] awaiting a word

Rowan didn't know what to do.
He lived in fear and blamed it all on his Mother. He'd tried to protect Moonshine but...she'd gone. She'd left the woods after he'd pleaded her to stay. Begged her to. She couldn't leave when the world was going to shit. It wasn't safe.
He still blamed Moonshadow.

He spent much of his time alone with his birds or patrolling the borders, waiting for his sister to return. Maybe even his brother or Tundra...
No. He was the last fucking Blackfeather. And their brood was the first.
He was the guardian of these woods and if anyone prevented him from doing so, Sithis help them.

He knew Stick had returned recently, had taken a liking to Moonshine. He knew she'd been feeding the blackbird and he didn't mind her following and looking after his sister. Good reason too, for Stick had returned to show Mother the way with her caws of come see. 
He wouldn't be leaving.

So he sulked to the Redgrove, glaring daggers as his remaining two -- Stone and Void -- followed. The two dark sentinels.