Blackfeather Woods It was real and I repent

Her point was valid enough. She did not belong here and thus no one would find her here. Even Kalganov knew that much logic from how much he had been informed of the issue. Which was, admittedly, not a whole lot but enough to know everything was wrong. But he had never been one for deciding where the borders of right and wrong met.

They don't deserve to find you. That much was true. They had not done the first job well enough it seemed and had let her fall prey to another group. It was a shame to lose your prey to another but such was a way of life sometimes.

His muzzle tilted downwards towards the tender marks on her neck. With care he would let his tongue sweep out over the wounds, although he was more than ready to be met with teeth for being so bold.