Blackfeather Woods to make some time sorbet

Twist's head turned quickly at the sound of a voice. Her smile broadened, her electric eyes fixing on the wolf. It was not the Dark Lord- but smelled of Blackfeather, so she was an ally. Not a foe. She stood and stepped gracefully over to Lusa. It is the nice to meet Lusa. This one is called Twist. She is... Iota, yes? Do Lusa know tunneling and it is way out? Twist missing the outer worlds. She sighed, slightly sad. She liked the dark, but not starving or being lost.