When You Take My Life Away

Morgana found his explanation still just a little bit off, but she shrugged. He had his reasons. And everything always found a way to come out. If he was hiding something, it would soon be known. Morgana gave a slight frown, No I'm not a Naturalist. Anytime I try to be gentle and patient with nature, it ends up being dead. I just simply like watching the stars. To her the stars were a map, always leading you home. Its the way she found the Wilds, how she found Blackfeather Woods. Everyone has a hobby, whats yours? Morgana asked, trying to make conversation. He didn't seem to have a hobby like Crescendo, killing things, Or Twist, brewing things. No, he was different than the usual Blackfeather Woods wolf. They all seemed to be creepy, cunning or cruel in some way. This wolf had to be something.