Haunted Wood i love it when serial killers have a fun little thing

"so you're a babysitter?" she clarified, disdain clear on her features. she didn't see why he'd been accepted, really; he didn't seem particularly impressive. she supposed they needed someone to care for the young, though a male being involved with pups seemed novel; she, and all the other pups born in blackfeather, through some twist of fate had been raised without fathers. "hela," she offers after a moment.