Haunted Wood Jon snow doesn't want it

Flicker worked hard to both keep up with Revan and give the little shit a workout. 
She bounded along with him with good spirits, glad to be on the move. She loved traveling, no matter the reason. She was sure to not let them get too far ahead, slowing their pace with play bows so Damien could catch up.

She felt alive, strangely so. She'd hated children since the loss of her supposed litter but perhaps that short time with Astara changed her. At least she remembered how to not batter the still-fragile child. In fact, she let little Revan bite her and rolled over in feigned defeat. Though, when he bit hard enough into her to draw blood, she did yell fucker. So, if Revan started shouting fucker it was his own fault for sure.
At last, though, the thriving woods came into sight and she knew it would be as perfect as she first thought. She pointed it out to the child -- the would-be heir -- and set into another play bow to keep him from running ahead whilst the main party caught up. They weren't far behind.