Blackfeather Woods Draw me not without reason; sheath me not without honour.

She did not move to pursue him, and Venamis figured her mangled foot would prevent any chase. Thankful to be void if the shame that would come with being run from the dark woods, he stalked away with his muzzle thrust upward and his dignity maintained.

He didn't give a shit that he wasn't welcome to return - no one had ever extended such to him anyway. In all his months of residence, Venamis had lurked Blackfeather primarily on his own, eager for connection but unable to source one worthy of his time. For a while he thought he could find such bond with Maegi, but in the end she proved just as useless as her followers. Far better things awaited him elsewhere.