Blackfeather Woods Have you heard of the midnight killer?

For either @Oli or @Venus . Welcome! To whoever wants it :)

Her enter entrance had been an easy one into Blackfeather, an undying promise of loyalty and a few bloodsheds later, her future could only go up. Blackfeather had felt like natural ground the second she had step foot into his shadowy forests, the blood drenched ground feeling comfortable under her paws. Unlike the laws of her old pack, her maleficent nature was in to be praised which ultimately assumed its position rightfully. She was no longer the blood crazed teen but the pure epitome of malicious evil in female form. If there was any a killer, it was her. Dragging the boy mutt to Wolfskull had only been an example of her bloodlusted ways, and as of that moment he was deeply tucked away in the cave, screaming to himself. 

New scents had entered Blackfeather the last few days, to her approval. Yet, she was curious to see what kind of souls had crept up on them, and if they were worth sticking around. Blackfeather was not a place for the weak of heart nor the unworthy. You had to earn you place, sometimes doing horrible things to do so. But that's the way her darkened heart ran, off of the fury that lay beneath and her vicious desire to kill. Leeches would be found and the cowards would be gone, and she could only hope that the new arrivals met the criteria. Failures had drifted by, there existence lost to her, but some had stayed till they were needed. Some just weren't dark enough, to be brutally honest. But as it had been made clear, as long as one was loyal and held their place, anyone could survive in Blackfeather. Maybe.