Blackfeather Woods Do you think it's to late for me?

           

Her singular ear stood tall at the mention of her new home, and she tilted her head in curiosity just as the other man stepped forward. Padma direct a low growl at the older male, gaze narrowing in distaste. It was now evident that her original thoughts of their relations was false, they didn’t know each other. In fact all their roles had been backward, now Padma was the one with an ally on her side, and a stranger lurking.

Seeing him taking a step toward the younger male Padma also stepped closer. While she didn’t know either of them, only one carried the new scent of Corona. “Two against one are still ill odds, regardless of age. Wouldn’t you say?” She might look young but Padma knew she was no push over. “But by all means, continue to underestimate us.” Now it was her turn to return a smirk, a dangerous glint in her eyes.