Blackfeather Woods Like summer storms, the skies as grey as leaves.

She found a soothing in the rising danger.

This place had always been so dark and grim, only lightened by the family that had lived here before. Now everything was cursed and ruined.

If he shed her blood here, she would not find any surprise it in.

Perhaps that was why she encouraged him onward with warming rumbles. Her tail swept the plants behind her. He was strong, far stronger than she had originally thought him to be.

This pleased her.

She would welcome his company for as long as he would stay.