Sometimes I can be nice

Raissa studied Fitz as they walked around the base of the mountain. His peppered fur highlighted his golden eyes that seemed to glow in the sunlight. She was to busy looking at him that she almost missed his question. She lowered her head, embarrassed for once. Then she thought about his question a bit more. Why did she join the Blackfeathers? Sure she had met Bane but he was hardly a reason to join a pack. In fact, both the males she had met had been rather rude to her. And her leader, Meldresi was surely insane with the way she talked about cults and assassins and of course her great goddess of whatever.

Tilting her head slightly she smiled at Fitz. She genuinely liked him, which was a first for her. "I honestly don't know why I joined the Blackfeathers." She admitted.

"Maybe it was just my instincts telling me I needed to join a pack before the worst of winter hit, but there isn't really anything I like about living there." She told him. She would much rather be in a pack with someone she knew and liked. Or maybe more like be in a pack with him.