Blackfeather Woods they say a kitchen time saves nine

Twist tilted her head. Her eyes were a mixture of insanity and confusion. First in that this male- Wood, apparently- talked like her. The second was that he said he needed to escape, which made her think he wasn't from Black Feathered. Without cares to his wishes, she sniffed at his tail-tip. He wasn't from Black Feathered Wood. She wondered if he was a prisoner. Or sacrifice. Or ingredient. That couldn't be great. So she smiled, trying to be friendly. She backed up a pace from him, careful not to touch him. Calm. This is Twist. Male is Wood, yes? Why are you here not us? Prisoner? She asked him with a tilt of her head. Poor fellow. Too bad. Though if he was of little value he could be useful for an ingredient. She needed a wolf skull to raise her father from the dead....