Here in my garden of shadows...

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How high can an ex-slave standards be? The girl had no idea what she was talking about. That was clear to Bane. She was too young to be a loner during winter, she hadn't in fact gone through a winter in her whole life, so joining Blackfeather woods wouldn't benefit anyone but her. She was going to be the one to spend cold nights alone, she was going to be the one to suffer the harshness of nature, all on her own. Not Blackfeather. The dark forest acted as their refuge, as their fortress, and even if it didn't seem like it, they had food to spare, they had abundant resources. Resources they wouldn't share with the little ex-slave, not after this at least.

Oh man! You really don't know what you're talking about, do you? the man said laughing at the little ex-slave's words, You wouldn't stand a chance without a pack, girl. You don't know the first ting about winter. he said confidently. And, whether Runt liked it, every word he said was true. But if you're so sure you don't want to be a part of us, it means you're against us, and I'm not going to sit here and let you stay in my land. he said as his laugh turned into an aggressive growl, This is the last chance you get to get the f**k out, or it will get really ugly. For you at least With that, he bared his sharp teeth in a devilish smile, and with slow moves he gave three steps closer to the girl. Would she keep her stance? Or would she recognize how little chance of surviving she had and make up her mind?