Blackfeather Woods to conquer; to bleed

A friend. She eventually responded. She had to think for a moment as to what exactly Loinnir was to her. After pondering about it, she was confident in the fact he'd been her only friend since she'd came across Blondine, and that was nearly half a moon ago. Besides the court she'd lived with, no one else had made her feel accepted and welcomed. Perhaps it had to be the other way; her accepting and welcoming others then.

The fae shadowed the large woman - the damaged and damned woods seemed to swallow them up. Especially the faerie did not belong here, she realized, and she was glad the place was in ruins now. She gently swiped her muzzle an inch above the snow, seeking the scent they would stumble upon - eventually. Who are your parents? She asked in a casual manner, trying to figure out how they were related.