Blackfeather Woods The flame of hope

Akari heard his words in silence. She was given a rank, and she accepted it with a slight nod: one more rose bloom to the pack.

Then, Rowan referred to his pack as a religious cult: it was obvious that Daedra worshiping would be an important part of the pack life. Though she had never heard of Daedra before, of one thing she knew to be true: Blackfeather Woods are sacred for sure. She could feel it, a mystic aura surrounding the forest, binding every creature, every plant, and every rock to one another, holding the parts of a whole.

She looked to the trees around, and she was quick to find a raven perked nearby. Intelligent birds, those. But Akari never thought of them as sacred before...

No matter: rules are rules, and Akari had sworn to follow them the moment she had asked Rowan for a place among his pack.

The she-wolf returned Rowan's smile.
I want us to be a family.

"And a family we are." She answered. "I'll give my best to contribute to this pack's well-being in every way I can. May Ivory Rose grow strong!"