Jade Fern Grove Dare I

if she followed Heph, drev would be like miss me Snow.

Inkeri was kind, probably too kind her sister would say, her mother too. Her father, well she never met him. She just couldn't stand to have someone be treated badly. It rankled.

Inkeri followed suit. Resting to her haunches, tail curled smartly around her paws. A small smile on her face as she tilted her head.

Inkeri pointed towards the stone circle. Big broken stones. Sacrificial place. Sacred. It feels. Like hushed whispers. Whispers. In a forest. Forest.

Inkeri liked their little home, but she felt the need to tiptoe around it. Constantly leaving some of her kills for both Svart and Kvit. Since she was from both.