Blackfeather Woods she is the fairies' midwife, and she comes

her gaze — so much like astara's that it was beginning to make him feel uncomfortable — holds his own. the tundrian's chin lifts on instinct, ears tapering back with a soft flutter to rest at half mast as his mind works and works until the name she gives him causes a halt all. meldresi. of course he knows the name. you don't become a dark brother, or a member of the dark woods period and not know who meldresi was. no. you're not. he tells her point blank, the hackles rising at the nape of his neck.

was she running around the wilds slandering their founder's name? wintersbane might not know meldresi ( was too young to, frankly ) but she is important to these woods and that idea does not settle well with him. his posture shifts then, from curious and weary to hostile, muscles pulling taunt and twitching with anticipation. the dark brother's lips curl back to reveal his teeth with expectations of answers to questions he has yet to ask; he bids his time waiting for her to come clean and explain before he has to demand it out of her.