Blackfeather Woods bad decisions

She flicked an ear to one of her new wolves, Morgana, silently saying that she noticed and acknowledged her presence as well as her choice not to infere for now. Focusing her attention back on the intruder, Meldresi pulled herself further put of the shadows, revealing more of the natural curves accented by the layer of fat accompanying her pregnancy.

"Oh?" she said in her default sultry tone. "I take it that you have no intention of ever going back; a defector." Meldresi cracked a smile at the last sentence. Whether it was figurative or literal, she could not tell. But it reminded her of her own pack. "Everyone here is black for the most part. Like you." While there were exceptions, Meldresi found that, regardless of fur color, her pack was black of heart, soul, and mind.