Otter Creek The Darkness Will Rise...

The young wolf was very pitiful. She kept speaking of how she was rejected by others. How her voices take over and make her hurt other wolves. Meldresi felt something in her heart. It was a strange, motherly urge to just hug Nightwing. How strange.

A smile tugged on the corners of her face when Nightwing looked up excitedly at the mention of a pack. The questions kept coming, but after a while, her voices seemed to yell at her to be silent. She became sullen afterwards, murmuring that she talked too much. "I actually am starting my own. It will be called Blackfeather Woods, after the forest it will reside in." She said. "I am pretty sure the others would like you, Nightwing. They are nice people."