Blackfeather Woods Knock knock, a demons at your door

Sage had watched Nemesis as she entered upon the two, a part of her wondered if the jet leader recongnized the once Beta of a packed she had despised, fortunately she didn't seem to show any ill feelings. As she left, leaving her to have the guidance of the slippery serpant before her, an indifferent opinion on the brute. She hadn't phased at all, and instead just laid a hazel gaze agaisnt him as his spoke with a snake's tongue. "I'm a scout and naturalist in training, I've been a leader of Moonlit a few months back." She purposfully didn't mention her abadonment, it's not like it mattered anyway - Moonlit was making her soft, she no longer needed a "family" to watch over.

Blackfeather wouldn't have the same affect, and she knew well of it. It wasn't some facade of mystery and malice like the Hill's was. "I know what Blackfeather requires, and I'll easily fit."