The Heartwood this skin is tainted by wasted days

the girl is coming to learn, now, that there is nothing to gain with constant aggression save isolation and enemies. tact, communication, and diplomacy are proving difficult to learn; her default remains fangs and hackles. and yet, she is learning. the girl names her as a nightwalker; it is strange to be called such for the first time. 

"i am hela melonii." she offers in return, accepting the girl's offering of a truce. she regards the girl a moment longer, somewhat unsure. faced with an actual conversation, with a stranger, she does not know how to conduct herself. "what does it mean? roangeda." blackfeather was self-explanatory. moonspear, nightwalkers too. but the girl, and her pack, are a mystery to her, and the girl hates uncertainty.